My heart is beside me, I am dying.
This room has turned black and stillness grows on.
My chassis slows and I die while flying.
These last thoughts go to paper as they dawn,
I write down my words so they can transcend.
And be raised like a beautiful young fawn.
Words of whom will grow to gallop, defend
Against the negative, teach: bravery,
To love on and write like you...do not bend.
I write not to promote chicanery
As though I'm a politician from Dis.
No, I invoke the most fierce vagary.
I write to offer my own mind some bliss,
I write to free my mind of all of this.