His Last Breath Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Oh the blood drips.
Oh the blood pools.
How did we get here?
How it come to this?
A little game of pick your poison.
Is it wrong to say I like the way this one taste.
A sickness to embrace.
Why does it feel like I'm hugging the tree that has stabbed me.
Oh adrenline how it gives me so many thrills.
Dying every single day, just another marker in an empty grave.
It's always calling me to stay.
It's always hoping I have finally lost my way.
Just give in.
Absolute surrender.
Mind, body, and soul.
I'm shaking.
These chills are making me lose all control.
Playing a game of 8 ball pool.
One final scratch.
My lips getting really blue with this batch.
Oh the desires they hatch.
A dreamed reality, a science fiction addiction.
A premonition through the flames.
A lose cannon going a little more insane.
Is there any regrets, as the lights final dimming hasn't come yet.
Stuck inside a projection wheel still waiting for someone to push that button.
Just one more time.
Meeting the eyes of the divine.
A glowing whiteness that make everything feel fine.
The final breath.
A mere whisper compared to the rest.