• In this ink I pour my soul.
    In this book I show my true self.
    In this room where much has happened
    since days of old.
    I write my last line,
    in this book where my true self shines.
    In this ink mixed with blood.
    In my room, the floor wet as my well runs dry.
    My last breath took.
    I release with a sigh.
    I realize then as my eyes closed one last time.
    It feels good to die.