I close my eyes
Rope in my hand
And make my way
To the barn


I tie the rope
On a hook on the ceiling
Then climb upon
A few bales of hay
High up


I squeeze my eyes shut
And let the bales fall
I hang for a while
Then see a figure


"Sleep my dear,
It's time to part
Sleep my dear,
Forever..."


I open my eyes
With such struggle and hear:
"Don't fear me, child.
Don't fear I the Reaper..."

said to me by a dear friend (well written to me)

Pride caused the fall.
Like the ashes you came from,
you'll burn the sky, and when you're gone, no one will cry.
Drown the towns with apathy, set our hearts in water.
Kill the scene with treachery, quenching all, all of our fires.
When you're gone no one will miss you
and when you're dead no one will cry.
Kiss your life goodbye.
You believe in nothing.