My eyes are lifeless,

My chest is breathless.

On a note I’ll write,

Saying I don’t regret this.

You’ll find me dead,

You’ll find me cold.

Then you’ll wish you believed,

The stories that I told.

Every rhyme I made,

Every word I wrote,

Came from the life I live,

The life I quote.

With wine stained lips,

And death marked eyes,

I’ll write these words,

As my final goodbyes.

Don’t say you wish you’d seen the signs,

They were all right there.

When I looked into the mirror,

Death looked back with an evil glare.