ONE LAST BREATH

One Last Breath

Lying here on my deathbed,
reliving the pain of things said.
In my last hour, reliving the darkest of times,
I see what was committed against my soul, the crimes.

A life lived in pain;
surely there was no gain.
And now I lay here weeping,
Emptiness slowly creeping.
So much in this life I had to endure.
Brooding a hate that was impure.

At myself, I point the finger of blame.
On my shoulders lies the shame.
Painful is the burden of my cross,
I took it, and gained loss.

With one last swallow,
Death washes away the sorrow.
I take one last breath,
and embrace the warm greetings of death.
COPYRIGHT 2004: MATT THOMPSON