Tonight I die

I wanted to do so much more, but I fear I’m looking to the last moments of my eternity. Today seemed painfully long and yet I didn’t savor a moment of it. Is that the story of my life of my time? This world is coming close and I am glade I can beckon its call before the rain. My heart hurts, feels like my soul is slowly eating its way out. I wonder if I taste bitter, with a slight taste of clever indecision. So this is how I will spend my last night, dark and alone listening to sad songs about rhymes that should have never be. I cannot regret my time for this all I had to offer. It was a good run. My elbow is making me quite aware of its distaste for pain. No matter I’m already dead at least there is nothing to say other wise save this last few moments. What does a man say with his last breathe when he has forsaken god and forgotten love? I guess it is just a smile and the slightest hint of laughter.