Little White Light
I walk outside and am
surrounded
By water.
Not by blue, happy water,
But by a black horizon.
A little white light,
Way out in the distance,
It was looking at me,
Looked like the pathway to
heaven,
It was telling me it was my
time,
To go,
And die.
I listened to that little light,
That was out in sight.
I took that moment,
Said sorry to everyone,
Grabbed my blade
And met up with that light.
Copyright © Sierra Biersack | Year Posted 2012
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