• What a nostalgic combination; death is knocking at my door.
    It has been left unlocked, but I’m not quite sure what for.

    Did someone leave it open? Or have I neglected my mind?
    Let it wander too far off, or suffocation from being too confined?

    He knocks so invitingly, but I’m too comfortable enjoying this scent.
    As the air I breathe slowly pollutes with an undesirable content.

    Be careful my lungs, what you yearn for is not what you think.
    Allow me to let the stranger in and offer him a drink.

    He’s been patiently waiting; I’ve become a terrible host.
    As I seize this opportunity to think of the ones I’ve loved the most.

    But I grow weak and fatigued, and stop before the doorknob is reached.
    While my lungs foolishly give in to the poison that has silently breeched.

    I sink into exhaustion, the stranger beyond waits.
    Perhaps after this careless nap I’ll see what this creates.

    Carbon monoxide; soothe me to sleep.
    For I pray the lord my soul to keep.