Like Petals From a Flower

In our final moments

Life falls away, like petals from a flower

More and more without consent

Going cold, lack of power

Four breaths, three breaths, two breaths, one

We live and die beneath open sun

We beg, we plead, promise to change our ways

But each of us must meet

The end of our days

Some of us go quiet, and discreet

Others scream and pray and curse

Remember a favorite moment

Sob out a bible verse

Meet the fog

See the end