Butterfly
Darkness surrounds my body,
as my heart beats it's last beat,
why must i die in such a wretched place,
in such wretched times?
I have no other choice
but to withdraw my hand from life,
and reach for the hand that will lead me
to where?...I know not.
a better place?...a better time?
maybe I'll get my wish
and become a butterfly,
floating along with not a care in the world,
not worrying about the darkness that surrounds my body.
feeling my heart beat one last time,
I close my eyes
and accept what is to come.