Poem: "My Last Day" by S.C.C.

My Last Day
By S.C.C.

It was a Friday.
The candles were dieing and yet again I'm left waiting for someone who never comes.
I am tired.
The darkness calls my name incessantly.
And I'm picking up.
It's on you. But I know you don't care.
Its quick and I am gone...
Goodbye...