holding onto
my last breath
i become
something less
***
less of who i am
inside with all of my lies
less of any sort of being
as black enters my eyes
***
holding onto
my last strand-
thread of hope
into the bland
***
all my hope
invested-gone
nothing there
all along
***
nothing inside and out
but lies and masks
nothing but knowing
each breath should be the last
***
the only tragedy
in life is never knowing
that each breath could be
the last that's flowing...