Junelezen Day 29: Fast Within Your Arms
Does the world fade to black. Barely made out voices urging me to hang in there, But my side is on fire, and the blood drenches the floor. Had it been with anyone else, I wonder if I'd already be dead, and the voices would be silent. Perhaps it all ends here, or perhaps I'll wake up again, But even be it here, There are worse ways to bring it to a close.








