Sunday, August 30, 2015

YOUR WILL BE DONE

 
A moment of dark sunset
Cold deep down to the bones
Pulse tickling slowly
Is this the end of the time

Just like boneless
Stare blank eyes
Humming voices
Is this the end of the tunnel

Pipes attached in every parts of the body
Monitor up and down sharply
Red lamps blinks repeat
Is this the last breath

Never ever hopeless
Fingers hold tight, pray
Don't ever loose faith
Your will be done

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