The last poem I write.
The last poem i shall ever share.
The last poem to which no one will care.
The last poem which my digression disposes.
All i have written now is gone,
brought to a public which does not Fancy my thoughts or fears.
They do not understand me,
no one can,
for i can not even understand me.
Hopes are lost, this world its torn,
piece by piece i shall be reborn.
Neglecting this world,
and soon shall be no more.
The world as I've seen,
shall be no more.
