Terminus

Two years and counting
of
Denials
Self-deception
Anxiety, delirium, confusion
If you are tired
I too am
Drained
Dying
Tell me then, who is in control here?
You can shut me out
I'll only slip away in silence
But if
You
Would
Come and hold me
Taste me, and let me taste you
Make me feel beautiful
Convince me there's a way
Tell me we can work this out somehow
Though untrue
I will believe in you