My Death

My death will be short and sweet, Surrounded by the summer heat. I will fly just like a bird, But also I will be unheard.

But I will not die today, Nor tomorrow, Or the next.

I won't die another day, My death will not be sweet. I cannot die another day, For my fate was already met.

I cannot fly like the birds, Though my voice is still unheard. I will not die tomorrow, Or the day after that.

Because

Because I

Because I Died

Because I Died Yesterday

And the world is in dismay.