Thing 37: If you had one week to live...

And once again I've decided to write my new passage at a ridiculously late/early hour. I need some kind of a schedule to produce content regularly and at normal times... Anyway, on with the writing.

Thing 37: If you had one week to live...

Disclaimer: Don't take this too seriously. It's a work of fiction, after all.

So this is it, I've reached the end.
My sordid life is done.
Just one more week to fake; pretend
my life's a decent one.

I've had a lot of struggles here,
And struggles they remain.
When things got tough I'd shed a tear
And wallow in my pain.

Not once did I stand up and shout
Defiantly in rage:
"I've had enough! And I'm about
To make a real change!"

Never have I been the one
Whose courage didn't falter.
Despite the talk I've gone and done
My fate I couldn't alter.

"But you've had friends," you're bound to say,
"Who'll help you with this task!"
I'm sure you're right, but as it may
I didn't even ask.

For mine is but a lonely path;
This is the choice I've made.
As a result life's burning wrath
To rest will soon be laid.

And here a sit, a lowly wretch,
Who's lived a glaring lie.
I've no regrets, here in this stretch
As I begin to die.

So this is it, I've reached the end.
My sordid life is done.
Just one more week to fake; pretend
my life's a decent one.