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