Final Thoughts
By Aiko Miller


I lay there,
my own blood covering my lips.
Still I think of you.

Your golden blonde locks
The way you nursed me back to life
Julia how I love thee

My dream,
The life I'm about to awake from
Still I think of you.

I hate the way you hold me
Not letting me free
I can't be the man I want to be.

Your skin as soft as silk
The touch that keeps me slipping back
A past I can't run from.

Finally,
Finally I can see the end.
I can taste my life running out.

Was I wrong?
Is life but a dream?
I just want to be free.