Empty Lakes

Farewell

Upon this day

Earthly bindings are cut to somes' dismay

Death gripped me,

Clawing at my sanity, dont you see?

Weeks on by, I knew my fate

So, readers, Im afraid its too late.

Death has claimed me as her own

And as her child, I shall not moan.

But come in the knowledge that

My life was not just a puny spat.

I will not die in vain

Nor will I suffer in pain

Because, dear readers

I have passed my message on to future leaders.

Everyone is a leader, you must know

Whether its political, religious or other

You will not stoop low

So as I hold this two edged dagger to my throat.

I shall not cry nor gloat.

But pray, that my message is preached in your hearts.

Aim for bullseye with your dart.

May bullseye be your goal

And your dart, your soul