The Final Countdown

Poem By Jessie Lima

Break me down,
Give me away,
Count my heart beats...
Before a turn to clay.

It is a slow fade,
I'm prying, dying,
By your own blade.
There is nothing here,
No air, no aid.

'Death' of a body,
Rebirth of a soul,
You broke my confidence into pieces
But in 'death' I am whole!

This is not hate I feel,
To your shame I'll wear my best gown.
I am proud of me, and sorry for you.
Welcome to the final countdown.

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