TO MY DYING DAYS
days are dark, friends are few life drains like a drop of dew breath feels heavy, lungs helpless my days are now numbered, nothing else without been told, I know it’s closed by muscles tearing up like it’s frost bite energy recedes, different signs to cast a fear hi death, I know you’re near soothe me less with your words burn no innocent candles on the floor leave the doors ajar, let the hinges be let life play it’s cards, it’s his will now my exit day draws near I thought I told you all not to fear my best I have given, I have no regret remain calm, no need to fidget this isn’t terminal lucidity yet I’ve told my alter ego to calm and not fret I’m still very much alive, you wanna bet? yet still, buy the flowers and the wreathe @talk2leigh (X & insta) 5:30pm 16 July 2026
