Unfinished

I’m not done…
Rot can spread,
Rot can kill.
Biological warfare has begun…
Everything, I can feel.
Body is tired.
Muscles weak,
Bones on fire.
Yet, mind is sharp.
How can this be?
Eyes have plenty to see,
More food to eat,
More souls to meet.
I’m not done…

Plenty to see,
More souls to meet.
I’m not done!
I’m not done!
I’m not done!

A trade, perhaps?
Grams of bone,
Locks of hair?
Please don’t let me die alone.
How is that fair?
I’m not done!

Desperately want sleep.
Can’t eat.
What else is there to feel
When there’s nothing left to kill?
In the last round
Maybe it’s time to lie down.

This light I will keep…
More Souls to meet.
More souls to meet…
This light I will keep.

I’m ready now.