Last Words

In the sun I feel as one
I feel that my work is done
But yet so much left unfinished
I want to talk a gun and shoot until I am daminished
I am just so sorry and wasted that I don't deserve to live
There is just nothing left for me to give
I am so sorry but it is time
Time for my last dine
I must now go
I must go deep and hide
It isn't my fault
I just feel caught
So I say my fair wells
When I come back? No one can tell
Don't bother to calling
I'll just be in a horrible place balling
My chances of living is a slim five percent
This is my last and final Primal Decent.

By: Mirage (Reactor SS)