Downcast Eyes
My lifeline is getting shorter and shorter
One of these nights will be the last for me
But you're having the time of your life
I wish I could absorb this from you
The light at the end is getting bigger
Reality feels like a dream of former me
When the light is all around,
darkness will melt it's way in
I'll only be seeing black from my casket
The black doesn't scare me
It's got to be better
than the color around me now
This poem is about:
Me
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