The night cries bluntly while I'm staring at the sky. While the moonlight gently brushes my cheeks. All I can do- to myself is to think and lie Before I can finally meet the true haven of my peak. Sins constructing their own leaks, Ringing those dreadful chills. Waiting for my final spark to flick, As I'm drowning from my own pills. Final destination, here at peace. Shadows, they merely whisper their hiss. Fear, as I count my remaining pieces. Finally a tomb where I can feel the greatest bliss. Final Spark — Sage #poem #nojotoenglish #final #spark #poet #death
