Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
stefan badham Aug 20
The last night I saw myself I was cold,
My skin drained and grey,
All of me seemed old,
And turned hard in some way,
As if my blood were cement.
My eyes met my own empty eyes,
Staring back tearless and fearless,
As if I knew,
As if I knew it was all too late.

— The End —