04/09/2024
Your Turn To Die
I am writing my epitaph to whoever whome,
To be ignored, as it won't concern you,
Just dig me a hole deep and cold
And mark me the place where you store my bones.
I shall scream my agony and moan my pain,
I will howl to the wind and cry in the rain,
I will make myself known as a fleeting glympse...
Enough to remember just who I am.
So cling to your memories as much as you may,
Unconcerned, as you are, in causing my fate.
There is no need for you to fabricate lies.
We will know the guilty when it's your turn to die!
borloff