In the end, its all fears

While I breathe, I hope
To keep a silence vow
Let it be done
Here he lies now

Fear of empty places
That is to be said unknown
The question drops
From silence

His worthless body
Is full of envy and blind
To the point of making me sick
Made it by suicide

At the moment of death
Behold the man
With the body of crime
And the scattered remains

I am here
But by stronger reasons
For those taken advantage of
I am the guardian of angles

And so those who fallow
Of the same kind
By grace of example
I say things that are known

Here he lies before death
Hence these tears
By teaching we learn
At the end, it’s all fears