One Last Call

Once every week
They could see eachother,
And three hours a day
They talked to one another.

At ten o'clock
They said their goodbye's,
ready to talk again
At eleven forty-five.

But his mother stayed up
and stayed on the phone,
Like she planned it out
Like their plan she had known.

He left a short message
Crying on her cell,
Not sure why he was so hurt
He just couldn't tell.

The next day came
And so did her call,
But he soon found out
It wasn't her after all.

it was her mom
with horrible news,
It seems he had lost
The last he could lose.

The phone fell to the floor
His mind filled with fright,
It seems she had died
Sometime in the night.

His knees soon gave out
As he too hit the floor,
With her now gone
He had nothing more.

He hugged himself
Crying tear after tear,
Knowing it was over
After barely a year.

All that he wished for
Just that last call,
But he couldn't have it
He couldn't have anything at all.

Last night was his chance
And he screwed it up,
His last chance to call
That's so just his luck.

With nothing to lose
And nothing to live for,
He takes out a razor
From inside his drawer.

The cutting begins
But he doesn't quit,
He's tired of life
He's sick of it.

He lays in his bed
And with one final breath,
He bids life goodbye
And bids welcome to death.