Final Words

 I dare it,
As the wind slams into my body,
And my last thought glimmers my eyes,
My last hope put on a pedestal to filter out the sun,
My heart struck by lightening and decides to branch no more,
These lips tell stories of forgotten times,
As vandalised homes,
My mind is abandoned.
The subtle tones of what I used to live for,
Waters my ears, and drowns my thoughts.
Blood paints its portrait across my body,
As I give color to the white ivory piano keys,
From which I seek solitude,
I hope I can,
I wish I can,
I promise to,
As my heart pumps each time once more,
To witness my need to dance across,
And play the last,
Before,
I’m forever forgotten.