Last Words
Before your flesh melts away
Before your eyes lose their sight
Before your lips stop moving
Before your last breath of life
Take in your last morning sunrise
Feel your last warm embrace
Hear your last sweet melody
Smell your last flower bouquet
Taste now, your final meal, partake
Before you are taken away, post haste
To face your death, you won't escape
The executioner's hand of fate.
Written on 7/1/3015
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015
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