Time to Let Go
 

(Just a little drabble about death that wrote on a whim, tell me what you think and if you like it, check out my figment for my other writing here: Michele H. Figment

When your vision gets blurry,

And your thoughts start to sink,

When your breath gets more shallow,

And your knees get to weak,

You know that you’re dying when it just feels so right,

To let go of your thoughts and slip into the embrace of the night,

There’s no point in holding on when it’s time to let go,

‘Cuz the Grim Reapers waiting and Death’s impatient you know,

So just go ahead it’s not painful just feels like you’re falling asleep,

‘Cuz there’s no point in refusing when it’s time for your soul to be reaped.