my Life is
fading and
cascading.
each breath I take
every step I make.
into the lonely graves
my eternal moving waves
proud of being the devil's slave
only the good and young die
so therefore I shall be bad to the end
thinking of the crazy things have done
horrible reflections that leave me sad
too late to complain a change
learning to behave seems so strange.
past generations taught
the wisdom I thought
but did not do a good deed
now I need
new breath
before hey create my death.
