Like a fine sugar high it drains me
I am weakened and tired once its gone
Within that moment I dream of a peace I know not of
That peace where it drains me no more
It leaves my body and mind alone
But I know that day will never come for me
At least not until I draw my last heavenly breath
I go quietly, a slight smile upon my face
I have felt that feeling before
What it must be like to draw that last breath
But it was a mistake, only a medicated sleep
Leaving me with a smile upon my face as my eyes began their heavenly slumber
Even if for only a moment.
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