I clutch at the straw, I know I am drowning The straw is close, but I am too much of a coward It stays just out of my reach and I am too afraid to venture a little forward
I feel the air leaving my lungs, I know now this is the end, Life lies to me, says it knows not how things are between us I clutch again at the straw; my scars are raw, I am wounded…
I think back at all the things I should’ve done But where’s a priest when you want to confess I see the waters as they close upon me The devil’s choir sing of duress
I saw the devil grin, I knew death was close The straw mocked my fingers turning blue The devil has me now in a cold embrace Before my eyelids finally closed, I allowed the last teardrop to fall With what was left of me, I looked back at the straw Said, mock me all you will, but I will always remember trying to clutch on to you… Copyright Petrichor and Clouds 2013 at petrichorandclouds.blogspot.com Please do not reproduce the material published here.