This maybe last sunset I’ll see,
The last embrace I feel,
Soft warmth of friendship on my skin,
And blunt edge of emotions as they flee!
This could be the forgotten second,
Just lonely, shallow breath
Before I stand up straight, face death,
Before my soul leaves my body vacant!
It could be fear, it’s suffocating claws,
The slippery remains of sweat,
The feeling of perpetual, hungry dread!
It could be loss of purpose, weight of flaws!
This maybe last sunset I’ll see,
Last breath, last bead of sweat, last touch!
Or maybe this is the beginning,
And thought of that is just too much!
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