Last Days

 

I think am gawking out,

Why that is I never could wrap my head around,

Maybe intuitively I know,

That I really don’t have long to live,

I’ve had my run,

I’ve had my fun,

I’ve defied the odds,

And ripped the codes,

I’ve battled hogwash and faced trickery,

And never once lost my integrity,

I’ve embraced death and accepted my fate,

Maybe it’s right this way,

It won’t be pearls and trumpets for sure,

Maybe even agonizing tragic,

But hey,

What isn’t right?

Am just glad I had a chance to meet me,

I ran away from him for so long without realizing how sick he was,

I think I wanted all that “beauty inside” crap,

I needed to know I was something more inside,

Turns out I was just a demon,

A conniving, sick, deranged gargoyle,

And damn wasn’t that awesome!

I think the world has enough success stories,

Enough people that want to make a difference,

I am just really glad that even to my last days,

I never really dreamt of being anything more than this,

A demon.

@Job Kerry