Writer's Death from Pt. 2 by Mildred

Look into your loving eyes,
One more time.
If only we had more time.
For a moment I could picture it,
The smell of Grandalla.
I come down to earth but I know,
Heaven exists and it’s in you.
You pet my head as I draw some breath.

I shoot into the stars.

And I know Heaven exists and it’s in you.
You pet my head as I succumb to death.

No control over fate,
sorta' whisks you away.
No control over fate,
It's carved in stone.
No control over fate,
look into the mirror,
see myself,
And I know it’s time.

Meant to fall down this abyss.
Maybe I'll supernova,
And feed the roots of a bright new world.

Something new is born.

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