Yea,
These are mine last scriptures,
No more thoughts to come out blistered
No more cuts to snap thy pictures
Moribund to mineself!!!
No reaching hands,
No none help
No marching band to play mine kilt
A tombstone of lonesomes lost!!
No clothes to be buried,
No queen to soothe me
None to marry
The cliff I've come to now!
No sun, no clouds
No children to laugh and play
Just darkness to cover me
Smothered breathe!!
No candle to light mine way
No tommorrow
Nor the next day!!!!!

For as I always say
When thou wilt seeith these writings stop,
Than thou wilt knoweth something's wrong!!!!!!

FINUS!!!