One

One soft sprinkle.
One quick sip.
One simple cut.
One fast movement.
One last time.

Dust on my coffin.
Alcohol poured into me.
Cut of the oxygen flow.
Move me away.
Make it the last time.

One breathe.
One taste.
One sight.

It’s all death.

Blood boiling over,
Taste of hate controls me,
And a sight I can’t forget.

Sunken in a pool of,
My own flesh.

I’m dying.

One more time.
Sing me a song.

One last chance.

One love,
I love you.