My third [5.25.15]
Twenty pills was all it took to let the devil take you down.
You gave no warning of what was wrong, now you’re sporting a pale white gown.
And here I sit staring while I listen to the sound of an oxygen tank helping us to keep your body bound...to life on Earth as it it was before, not as it is today - because if you had your choice dear, I’m sure you’d fly away.
And sometimes I don’t blame you, but to think you’d play the card was like thinking that my wish’d come true, if wished upon a shooting star.
But still I sit staring at the lifeless body that lies before me.
Waiting for the slightest twitch, or flinch, or spiritual restoring.
But as time passes in this room. While I’m sitting all alone...
I realize time is precious and might soon be passed and gone.