The chants of the birds,
Singing their wonderful elegy.
The calm wind that drowns me.
The insects that indulge and conquer,
As they saw my body.
As the soul and mind leaves me.
I wonder what I felt,
Before this final sleep, before I became free.
At last, I am filled with mortifying glee.
Away from my enemies.
Away from my friends.
Away from my family.
They will cry and laugh, of course.
Of course, I know. I know they'll do that.
But I realize that's just life as it is.
When the merchants pass by
And pray for my corpse.
When the Samaritans come by
And follow this stench that I call home.
When they see me as I am,
They'll ask for justice.
But I don't need no man to be held upon the masses.
I don't need time, nor space,
I don't need your medals and trophies.
Because I realize the void will consume everything.
Because it will comfort you and me, with blood-like tears.
Because I realize that's just life as it is.
I don't care anymore.
About these words that I have said past.
I want to say what I want.
Yet I am mute.
Yet I am deaf.
Yet I am blind.
But somehow, I'm happy.
I'm content with my life.
I never regretted any second of it.
I love you, mom. I love you, my brothers and sisters.
I love you, my friends, my enemies.
I hope heaven exists.
I hope it does for you.