I write this down today,
as I watch my hopes fade away;
along with the hot & cold February air,
along with the drum’s melancholic snare.
The world will see me no more,
the moment the last sand falls;
the world will hear of me no more,
on Facebook, Twitter and phone calls.
I now draft my last farewell to my family and friends,
I now draft my will before time, at twilight, draws to and end.
I shall name the stark of my demise,
I shall make him pay for my mother’s cries.
I will haunt him down in my Father’s time,
only then the morning star will, again, shine.
I will leave with a cold and heavy heart,
in veils of black and lips apart.
The song I sing is of mourning’s tone,
all written down in this final death note.