Memories

As I lay dying, My eyes become
heavy,
My limbs weak and my hearing
almost gone,
I reach with my mind to capture
some wraith,
Some fleeting memory, some
ghostly pleasure.
I manage to snare it, and as
it turns to face me
I recognize the ghastly haunting
image of my own life.

No fleeting pleasure can be found in its eyes,
I only see the blackness of my
memory,
And all I remember is regret.
I see my ambitions laid to waste,
My lovers life raped by my own
feeble will.
I wait for death's kiss, but even
that cruel release
First wishes to torment me...