My sonnets (No 1)

One last breath

Tick tock tick tock,

No other sound,

Tick tock tick tock on the clock,

The clock that lay on the ground.

Darken room, curtain down,

A body lies on the floor,

Drugs and and pills all around,

Nobody knows what is behind that door.

Little air fills his lungs,

His breathing is heavy,

His weaken eyes look around,

Everything he sees is hazy.

He's close to dying,

And he knows it too,

He was a fool in his prime,

He was everybody's fool.

He was the perfect guy,

Cracking smile with bright eyes,

His alter-ego soared sky high,

Not knowing he was soon to take a dive.

But when he did, it was too late,

It will end very soon,

Life is not a fairy-tale,

The happy ending was just a spoof.

And for one last time,

To the alter-ego that went to exile,

He cried with all his might,

"Bring me back to life...."

Tick tock tick tock on the clock,

But only the clock is making sound....