Last Words

I'm on my back
In a mountain shack.
The peace is what I need.

There's some dry food sacks,
And some logs out back.
And all the world to read.

The lights come at night
To avail my sight;
To blind me while I feed.

There's songs to write
Because time is tight.
The man wants back the deeds.

I try to rationalise
My failing eyes.
The fever feeds me lies.

Try to reconcile
The sweat and bile;
Try to get me exercise.

Wrote some poems today.
Had to throw 'em away
Because their prayers in dark disguise.

I atone my sins
As my body caves in.
I'll soon embrace the skies.

I'm not ready yet
To erase my debts.
I want some time for me.

I'm really scared
Because I'm not prepared
To face eternity.

The visions are loud
And my head's a crowd.
I wish they'd let me be.

There's a lizard on my chest;
Wish he'd let me rest.
When I sleep he'll feast on me.

Just a lizard's snack,
In a mountain shack
Where a man there used to be.

A fresh meat snack;
Two arms, two legs and a back.
I feel the creatures feed.

Soon I'll be dead.
Carnage on a bed.
And then I shall be freed.

Now I'm a lizard's snack,
In a mountain shack,
Where a man I used to be.