3 moons have passed, still moistined with death
recolection of the past days a haze of regret
amazed that my breath is but a phase of wats next
transition of my position to lay with the slept
fragments of the vessel my only shelter to cope with
life meager and hopless with death as a focus
187 an ironic number of the fated passengers
my addition laccs written to paged ametures
of the cloak of life but still am i spose to fight
all there yrs erased my only substanence, im close to right
next to the devil playing his right handlike a twisted game
is it meant the same that im the unlifted saint
why was i not choosen to begin the new journey
few heard me wen i said that the crews worried
" Do you see the concern in their eyes?" i asked
neighbor responded"kinda but it might pass"
windows rattled and vibrated shaccled the skys placement
someone yelld " does it matter if Gods waitin?!?"
panic insued, fear replaced the atmosphere
trays thrash about the ailes," i cant beleive we are traped in here"
sudden blaccness and silience sumone happend to riot
"NO HOPE! NO CHANCE!" next transactions are violent
gravity grasping we, death, no longer laccing speed
actually tragidy a significant part in life happenings
so except then enevitable though the outcum was questionable
death exceptable but will my memory be incredable
no chance for an answer impact ravished the plane
i awake hours later with its fragments haven savaged my brain
so now on this desert island i lay in wait for peace
to scared to end it my self im made to see
3 moons have passed but still my days continue
cuz the greatest punishment is not death but lonleyness with in u
