When I breathe my very very last breath
succumbing to an inevitable defeat by death
take my corpse and place it upon very dry wood
cremate me and know that am gone for good
ensure you use very big and steady embers
so that I leave in a flame everyone remembers
then gather my ashes before winds start to blow
before the sky is dark or the moon and stars start to glow
before the worms of despondence feed on your hopes
and maggots start to infest my corpse.
collect those remains and pour me in a Lake or River
so that I can flow with the fountains forever
but if burning my corpse makes you quiver
and some oppose with a noise of the weaver
then bury me far far away beyond reach for the witch
hide my corpse like a rash of a stinging itch
where the hunter's hounds won't even reach
bury me deeper, even if it's by just an inch
bury me that very day and without delay
so that you won't have to sadly relay my corpse whilst a decay
this world is a thrill, but when am through hiking my hill
let me go, focus on the wounds and try to heal
maybe forget how you feel and let my grave be the seal
when I breathe in my very last and precious air
don't lose yourself in the old city of despair
Burn me, warm my soul with the flames my amigo
No matter the pain, when I breathe my last, let me go...