"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
-Dylan Thomas
I'd never given much thought to how I would die;
but damn, this shit sucks.
It probably sounds ungrateful of me,
to shake my fists and demand more from a life that's provided me everything I didn't even know I needed within a matter of months.
Maybe it was too good to last.
Maybe it never would've felt like enough time.
But here I am.
Standing before the abyss that's threatening to swallow me,
and telling it to choke.
Copywriter Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set within the Twilight universe that uses elements such as characters, plot details, and locations included within the series written and owned by Stephanie Meyer.
(Song Credit: Chord Left-Agnes Obel)