Done

I can hear myself losing weight
As gravity I fight
I can see my fingers slipping
Won't make it through the night

I can feel my blood clotting
To staunch my wounded heart
My mind seeks out the pathway
For the afterlife to start

I can taste the wind approaching
Distinguish oxygen from air
My lungs will have none of it
They just sit inside and stare

I can sense the Winters coming
Fingers freezing in the sun
As my brain signals hibernation
I empty out my gun

I can see my life's long river
Running toward the greenest trees
And as the birds fly over
I drop down to my knees

I can hear the door is closing
And the light begins to wane
As this act begins transition
I revel in the pain

I know this is my mission
This captured flag wrapped in my fist
No time for victory speeches
My ship begins to list

I hear the trumpet blowing
The sound as sweet as rain
Rhythmically washing
Every sin that made the stain

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