Fading to black
Blood drips more and more...

Bells ring slow and free
'Tis not a carol of joy or glee...

The sun burns bright
Like the hook of the Captain...

This is to the tune of "Wake me up when...
This summer was a blast...

This is just a little something about if I were...
Maybe the whiskey's just gone to my head...

The scythe it cuts
The scythe skillfully moves...

I gave you twelve roses
Their beauty defys all others...

I stare into your eyes
You gaze back in mine...

Aren't I the bright one?
I bit off my pen top...

I don't write well
But I do write a lot...

I have successfully broken the system
With no errors or complications...

I'll write you a book
Using only old English...