Another day in the Almanac of sadness,
Another day of spins in whirls of madness,
Echoes of distress are buzzing louder and louder.
Everyone fights their own battles
In this arena of sadness where death rattles,
Is giving up an option? I\'ve always wondered,
The depth of death truly leaves me rendered.
Don\'t worry for there will be words after I\'m gone,
Or my dirty hoodie, silly toys and some songs,
Remember me through these gifts and I will forever be behind you,
Caressing through winds with whispers of silence and a serene view.
I won\'t have to worry- there\'ll be not much to miss me
Waiting for the day when death will besieze me,
That day the sky will cry and the sun won\'t rise,
I\'d be devoid of hate
and all my vice!