They say that I only have twenty-four hours to live
That every second that passes on to the next hour
Is another moment closer to what is inevitably true
But it's been more hours than I can count on one hand
Since they told me of my fate
And all I can do is sit in front of this mirror
Watch my eyes waltz around my mind
Who is this person I've been with for the past few decades
And why have I not seen them before
My eyes are too sore as they try to adjust to the fading light
That was the last sunset I would ever see
And yet, I think I know that sunset more than the reflection in front of me
Do I pity the face I see
Do I wish it wasn't me, if it even is
Am I going to spend my last few hours in denial
Though I should be as any other person with my fate
Telling my lovers the truth
Telling my family of my love
Daring to do what I was often too afraid to admit
But I do think that the truth is that my lovers are too scarece to gather
And the definition of family is so far from what mine actually is
And the only thing I've never dared to do was die
I think I'm almost accomplished...
Author notes
Granted, I'm not sure if this is what I would do...it just came to me. Sorry if I broke the rules.
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- 24 Hours To Live by The Order of Chaos.
650 points, ended March 20, 2007, 16 entries
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