Last Letter

by DarkLight   Jul 3, 2015


Everyone is calling
calling not to find out whether I'm okay
but to question what it feels to be shot.
I'm okay,
or at least I will be okay.
The pain is in my head,
the doctor said
but reality is far miles from fantasy,
like parallel universe.
Yeah it hurts,
I feel a mountain of joy climbing down my head towards the toes
as if hiding to bury its conscious in the ground.
Yes, the pain is real
yes, I might not witness tomorrow
they said
all I can do is sweet talk myself to a slow death
making sure that not a notch of that pain goes inexperienced.
I won't cry,,
crying is for ladies, babies and little girls.
Was taught to honor the adventure of death like a man.
Watching you break down hurts,
hurts more than my slow death
yet,
here I'm trying to leave a message to my friend across the world.
Hope this get you in good health and peace,
cry if you have to,
but do not make it about me
cry if it helps you forget me
cry if it helps you find closure.
The truth was just in front of your eyes
but being busy diverted your attention covering your past with darkness
like a summer funeral,
you couldn't forget fun.
Behind I awaited,
just to tell you how sorry I'm
that it never worked out
that in every sunrise comes another opportunity,,,.
The past will keep passing you
only to await you in future.
True,
I will die,
never blame yourself for my mistakes
don't let my absence cause you pain
for I'll die doing what I knew best
keeping you safe from monster in your closet.
When I'm gone...
remember me
remember my life
let it be a falling tear.
Words won't stop pouring,
and so is my hour glass...
I do not regret,
I just wish it was different.
Different in what my mind had thought the ending would be,
a hero winning love and a happy ever after.
That is just in the movies
marketing strategy
just to help you keep hope until you die,
just like I'm about to.
May my soul find peace.
May I see you in Valhalla

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