Have I (not) chosen death?
To walk down the road alone
while playing catch with my last breath.
To see me suffer in pain
as blood pours down
I will stand tall to the last drain.
Frames of the past with glimpse of hope.
In your eyes I saw your last wish;
“For me to fall and be caught by your rope.”
To wonder about “What if?”
I walk my last walk,
with my eyes closed I have a last sniff.
Heart pounding faster,
losing my breath,
as deafening as it sounds;
“To slaughter my soul in one piece”
By the rush of this disaster.