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 I Died
Because I Died Yesterday
And the world is in dismay.