Last Breath

A Poem by bob

Death is a beautiful thing. Dying a beautiful death is what I hope for. I’m just taking the money out of the empty bank account. I want to leave. I want to give my last breathe to the wilderness, but before I do that I want to run free, and not have a care in the world. Forget you even had family, or friends and just live. I want to stop in the middle of that step. Stop, close my eyes, breath, think... The biggest lie is deep in yourself, you just have to find the truth that lies in it. The system is closing in on everyone, but they’re all too lost to even notice. You have to look between the bars to actually find those people who understand. People who have a good understanding on life, themselves, people...