Final Hour

Final Hour

Let me die

he begged the sky

on his knees

through the tears he said please.

I give up, I’ve had enough,

the hurt I can’t bear and it’s too tough.

Let me go,

please don’t follow,

you can’t help me now,

I failed anyhow.

I’m still on my own,

still all alone,

it’s not right

but it’s still my fight.

I’m not halfway there and I’m outta time,

like a dead fire-fly I’m outta shine,

But I’ll take and make this my greatest hour,

so that I can be smiling when they cut the power…

A/N: I wrote this when I was really depressed and I think it sounds pretty good still (as a poem). R/R and lemme know what ya think! Laters!!

Sexy Sammy

Love, Luck, and Lollypops ;)