[--There is Death in Poetry--]

If I were to die today
Then I would light my last cigarette
And think of all my dreams turn to smoke
Like the cigarette slowly burning out with my hopes

If I were to die today
Then I would fill this glass with sweet vodka
This would be then my one last drink
I hope the taste would linger in my lips

If I were to die today
I would strum my old acoustic guitar
And play one last song in my heart
Even if no one would be there to listen as I fall apart

If I were to die today
Then I hope I would always have this silence
Given by those people who had forgotten my existence
Given by those whom I've always loved and cared about

If I could die today
Then I hope I would never see your faces
For it would remind me of hell
It would remind me of my hate to myself

And if I would die today
Then I hope you will all forget
All my mistakes and all my regrets
Forget all that I was and all that is left
Of me Of these fragile memories
Of this ending Of this eternal sleep...