Is it better to know this is your last goodbye
Mutter words of encouragement
Suggestions of forlorn strength
Too little
Too late
Paltry nothings to fill
A silence
This time when the silence comes
There will be no escape
No respite on a beach
To mutter words of encouragement
Too little
Too late
Too soon
Too gone
The timing is never right until there is no time at all, amirite?
Nah man maybe it’s better
Let the guillotine come in the night
Sharp strokes and sharp blades
Exhaust not my precious store of hope.