Twisting ends.

Let the blood gush.
Let the knives cut.

Allow those thoughts to manifest.
To feed and be entertained.

Of simple questions.
Of trvial importance.
Left alone, left unnoticed.
Left in the cold, chilling in the dark

Place a smile, light a candle.
Run on, remember me.
Remeber my footprints.
My story, written in memories.
And by different writers.

For I have one last bar of chocolate.
The last chance to savour and taste.
The sweetness of this life.
My last night.