The Final Song - Poem by Gentry Arnold
Put my mind, back at ease.
Can't you see..?
Without you, I'm lost.
Without you, I'm gone.
I have already found the cost...
Never again, to see the bright dawn.
It gets colder....
I cannot give back the time, I'm only older.
Please though, don't worry..
I feel the ice....I feel the blade..
I need you..
The earth my bed, to which soon, I shall be laid.
Lord, what should I do..?
Pay the price, for my sin..?
But...I've already lost so much..
I don't know where to begin....
I have lost my touch.
Rolling, ongoing blackness....
Now my sight, gone as well.
Is this my test..?
Am I headed to hell..?
The blade again....into my flesh...deep..
Where are you..? I cannot see or feel..
I can do nothing but weep..
I will not heal.
I need you..
Everything is of a different hue...
I'm dying, under attack..
You left me.
My corpse, in a never ending black sea...
The hour glass fades away, with that last grain of sand....
Out of time..
No longer can I stand.
With no more ryhme..
My song, at it's ending....
All was said...
There's no more pretending..
Now; I am dead.
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