Delirious scavengers fly above,
as if to honour a distant God
Contentment envelopes my flesh
At least my demise will nourish their kindred.
Hope seeps out of my pores
As the seconds mature into hours
I bid farewell to a world so cruel
The perfect setting for a scant life
βAny last request?β you ask
Just one, a parting wish.
Iβd like a melody
That tells the tale of
a life unfulfilled