I swallow the sorrow,
and borrow a smile,
to make it through each day,
but decay has eroded my soul,
leaving a lifeless shell,
which fell to the void,
passing through the motions,
the oceans of life,
toward the valley of death,
my breath suffocates
rapt  ‘neath this guise,
my lies become my truth,
can you see my tear,
or hear my moan,
they signal the end,
my friend hark my words,
this eve shall be my last,
the past has come to play,
so for my final cry,
a goodbye is nigh.