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The Last Poem
Beautifully Dead Words[/font]
The end is but the beginning.
Life has granted me with words.
A chance to say goodbye to breathing,
for in death, words are needed no more.
Whether they be read, or not.
A care is not really given.
Though appreciated are the compliments,
the words that I just love writing.
Never thought it would be so soon,
I must say.
Then again, I'm to meet my reaper.
Scenting the end nigh,
I bloom instead of wither.
I thank the universe for a chance.
The Gods have witness my tries at dying.
Thinking that it wasn't yet my time,
I was saved from the brink, like lightning.
Now I know, the time is drawing even nearer.
Family and friends watch another disappear.
A vase being decorated in my name,
cremation of a body no longer held by fear.
Be it heaven, be it hell.
I await my destiny with open arms.
For I've never been afraid of dying,
feel the Shinigami's touch, so warm
But all I seem to be leaving behind,
is memories, pictures, and words.
Things that will soon be forgotten
in under a year, for sure.
Because in the end, time passes us by in a blur.
All I ask is for you to enjoy
my last beautifully dead words. [/font]
The end is but the beginning.
Life has granted me with words.
A chance to say goodbye to breathing,
for in death, words are needed no more.
Whether they be read, or not.
A care is not really given.
Though appreciated are the compliments,
the words that I just love writing.
Never thought it would be so soon,
I must say.
Then again, I'm to meet my reaper.
Scenting the end nigh,
I bloom instead of wither.
I thank the universe for a chance.
The Gods have witness my tries at dying.
Thinking that it wasn't yet my time,
I was saved from the brink, like lightning.
Now I know, the time is drawing even nearer.
Family and friends watch another disappear.
A vase being decorated in my name,
cremation of a body no longer held by fear.
Be it heaven, be it hell.
I await my destiny with open arms.
For I've never been afraid of dying,
feel the Shinigami's touch, so warm
But all I seem to be leaving behind,
is memories, pictures, and words.
Things that will soon be forgotten
in under a year, for sure.
Because in the end, time passes us by in a blur.
All I ask is for you to enjoy
my last beautifully dead words. [/font]
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