I'm static , with a swarm of people around me, That's what I wanted, right? To be on the spotlight, every day of my life. But why ain't I happy? What's the problem?
As my eyelids slowly drop down, I ponder, These are the only few moments I've got, I need to know why I failed my resolution, asap, Don't want to die, without fulfilling my purpose.
But I can't control the present anymore, And I know I won't survive to live the future, So my past is the only place my mind can go, And so it does, as the images of my life flow.
My life, the perfect sculpture, a wonder, Glorified by my hard work and dedication, Full of amazing moments and positive steps, The life that went "kaboom" a few seconds ago, A mistake, one slight folly, and just like that, It's all over.
Now as I lie, almost dead, bleeding profusely, I hear a cop say,"Is he really that guy?" "Yeah, but I heard he was a teetotaler! HOW?" "Traces of liquor, the accident confirms that."
I'm weak enough to talk, to explain the situation, And perhaps the truth won't ever be revealed, That I was still sober. I was always. Just a victim of an unsympathetic state, Hit by a Benz, whilst crossing a carrefour, A pixilated person behind the wheels.
I was found lying on the road, almost crushed, With a bottle of wine, carefully gift wrapped, That was my betise, although unintentional, But alas, there's nothing I can now change.
I'm dying, My soul will leave this body soon, I'm picked up, put cautiously in the ambulance, My phone is checked for emergency numbers, They call my family, but I don't want them to.
As I feel the last breath slowly approaching, I manage a broken sentence and let it leave, "Please tell my family I'll always love them, And wish my son his first HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
That's all I can manage before I perish, Having lived a life most would envy, I wasn't contented! My only regret? That I couldn't be there to see my firstborn,
The irony? He took the first breath of his life, And I expelled the last breath of mine, A few rooms apart.