I could never say goodbye to the art that grew on me like a fungus
Even if it isn't the same as I remembered it
Poetry is my lifeblood
My soul within my soul
It is my mortal heart
I just have to accept that this is a new dawn
A new day for the failing mastermind
So is this farewell poetry
Yeah sure over my dead body it is
But as long as I live
As long as my heart beats
Even when it finally stops
I am poet to the very end