I entered the brain
Of a madmen of 24

There were reasons I wanted
To leave and to stay

The flowers were wilting but
Seeds fell from its dead bud of red

I saw death give birth to life
And it had the scent of a rose

I never want to give up my
Last breath of air to the reaper

He can keep my old shoes, my
Old suits, hats, and beepers

But, my last breath, that is for
Me and me only