Last Breath


The world is black.
The words are white.
Life is no match for the
parasite of dead bite.
Take one last breath
as you're about to face death
in front of hell's gates and then
there's Heaven's door.
Swimming to the shore, the shore
of all regret lay before.
I've paid my dues. I've paid my price.
I feel as if I've died twice.
When the angels swoop down,
I lay with no sound.
Motionless.
Motionless I lay.
And there I stay until the end of time.

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My name is Micayla, ad I am fifteen years old. I write poetry to help express myself, and to get my emotions out on paper. The rest of my poetry is inspired by my love of music. I hope you enjoyed my poem as much as I loved writing it.