Last Request 'Poem'
Last Request
Nothing can repair,
So I may acquire.
May it quicken my death,
Still is my desire.
Feed my addiction,
Become my supplier.
Be that guilty pleasure
As I expire.
Become that cigarette,
That takes my last breath.
Be the last bite,
As I choke to death.
Be the ending word,
That I will not speak.
Be the only tear,
That fails to leak.
Be the smile that,
I strain to make.
Be that final step,
That I cannot take.
A shadow is cast,
Whenever there is light.
So do not doubt,
If your choice is right.
Just turn the knife,
And let me bleed.
Let my desire,
Become what I need.
To finish this life,
And all that is left Last Request 'Poem'
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