My death is my gift to myself? Within these dark days they pass within the circle of night
Smell the rot of this once fragile life Feel my stench
Stirring in the four winds Hear these words My final curtain call This human coil stench
To see inside my head the cold soil of my rest is calling The dark it plays its song for me No church halls sing at my pyre As no angels dance above for me As my last breath sings It's a lonely tone into silence