Lord, won’t you guide me,
Where the light never ends.
Be here right with me,
To the dark bitter end.
And if I am mistaken,
‘nd good books having a lend.
Then at least let me move on,
Sourounded by friends.
Last Lament by Bethany Boo
Released 1951
I’m fading in and out but during those bright ‘in’ moments I can see the beautiful blue sky above me with its thin wispy white clouds suspended like translucent silk sheets. I can measure the lengths of my blackouts by how far they have moved. My guess now is that it’s been only about twenty minutes since I dropped Killervolt from this beautiful blue sky.
At the five minute mark I thought I saw an angel.
It was white and it floated past me but the sound of its engine shattered my illusion. A news helicopter. It was the wrong colour for
