Last Supper
I feel my days are at a close and the worry grows and sets and cements never to go but to be... resigned to.
my days are at a close but does the worrygrow? im not ready to go.
they will take me fro ntohing because i have goven up everything hiven up on the nothing. im am not ready for trusting.
hours slip by at my horror and i CANONLYWATCH as the death grows nesrer.
there is nooneleft notevenme because i cant see what there is i am just waiting in limbo for it all to end hoping oh hoping for a delayedexecution a reprieve butiknowit wont come.
i try not to think of it because it is too much it will happen i cannotstop it from its course so i try not to think instead i let it i let the time go by while still hoping.
i try to calm ishouldtry to calm for the end because that then i will not hurt when i go but i am scared i dont want this i dont wantthisend i wanttostay in the blissivefrayed the ruin of a limbo of time stopped frozen before death in that moment i want to stay forever until i am ready or never
stillihope still i dont want it still i want hope still i want help still i hope someoneoutthereknows
still i wantto not this to go this way but it must i fear it must
still i wish it would allbeokay and still i wishitwerentthisway butitis anditwont
not todaybut tommorow isthe day but tonightmayaswellbe for everything will be gone soon
soonthey willknow soon theywillsee and there will be no further reprieve from my sentence that was destinedallalong from the progression
still i hope ofcourse ihopebutitwillneverendbecauseitalready has
i can only wait and stay and hope itllbeokay hope it wont happen hope ill get tostay and hope there will be no pain
i wish i hadnt done it but now its toolate

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