The Bell
The days go by faster,
with each passing breath.
If I could find a cure,
I'd prevent your death.
I'd give anything,
for just another day.
The last Bell will ring,
and I will have no say.
I'm terrified of grief.
I cannot take a loss.
Scared to turn that leaf.
That path I cannot cross.
So now I close my eyes.
Escape this vivid Hell.
Forget myself in pleasant lies,
and refuse to hear The Bell.