If i die i might as well say goodbye
since this is the last night here
so grasp the thought that this is
my final moments and involvement in writing something profound and account this a gospel but don't be hostile of the word choice and rejoice in my words of joy and don't annoy me of sorrow of my death because tomorrow it will all be fine since no one should mourn my death since my memories are all I have but don't worry it'll be fast and a blast from the past but don't be fast to think these are my final words that's absurd now i'm disturbed at the fact that you thought that was it now sit and head my words as if a seed planted planted on the ground that metaphor sounded nice but at a price it will come and what will I become of me. I hope i can overcome and confront my demons before i die.