Erasing the page
Of my final days
You may be dismayed
Or shocked at this display
Of emotion and regret
I'll be long gone when you understand this, I expect

I don't want you to regret
But I need you to forget
The tears that may fall
When the sun takes its final curtain call
When the ears can't hear and the mouth, the fragile mouth has said it all

See, even from death my writings can't be absolved
But I invite you dear friend, to watch me dissolve
So what do you think they'll say about us
When I'm gone?