The air is bare,

I can no longer see over there.

Where are the friends I used to see?

I knew they’d get the best of me.

I can no longer remember my last breath,

I think I have been put to death.

I really can’t remember much,

But, all I see is worms and such.

My fate concealed in all the hate

I know now not to answer my date.

What is this newfound hell?

Is it the ringing of a bell?

Telling all of my arrival in hell?

But sadly there are none to tell.

I know there must be someone mourning,

But surly not scorning.

My date I knew

But really had no clue.

As to what might become of

The endless fate of all the hate.