A Scene of Death

I hear the bells of the other world,
Where I am also going to leave to and also go.
I will also one day bid my friends farewell,
And a cold tombstone will be the last witness of my tortured life
To stand over my grave with thoughts very mystic.

I will be departing and I will be going far, far away,
Not longing anybody nor also disgusting.
And may be no one will comment anything about my very dark and damp grave.
My loss might bring wonder and perhaps sympathy to men,
But with my death the world will have at least one less pain to care.