I f you cannot see

What is happening to me,

You must be blinded

By tales from the dead.

Slowly I am dying,

My soul is crying

Out to someone.

Why will no one come?

I beg and plead,

I still don’t know what I need

To survive.

Or, If I even want to be alive.

Submitting to Darkness,

I have only one request.

I hope that it shall not be ignored,

Because my Death is all I can afford.

Please don’t forget me.

I have tried to be the best I can be.

Please don’t be mad.

Instead, be glad.

Now I am happy.

There’s no place I’d rather be

Than far away and gone,

To the Kingdom where you can only come.