"The Whispering Winds of Chills"

Within this bullet is etched my name;
this chosen Angel of Death will
carry on my memory

When thought about by others in the
future times, by this legacy I'll be
memorialized

Through the whispering winds of chills
that creep up the spine, this legacy
will provocatively be mine

And, throughout all of time, when family
my ancestry digs into to understand
why; they'll only come to realize
me, infamously

"Ahhh, this Burning Pang; this Void that
 so Internally Stings
I can't; I can't from this get away: there
 is no Mitigation for this Damnable and
 Festering Consternation"

"Si labitur Lethe vado habent ulla miseratione
 et misericordia, tunc in frigoris eius sepulchrum
 anathema oblivionis baptizo me: sed hoc non
 alas accidere, probably"

"If Lethe have any mercy and pity, then in
 his cold grave of forgetfulness let him
 baptize me: but this alas won't
 happen, probably"