My last words are in this letter,
Time has flown, my conscience will not be better.
Endless words rarely fail secretly painted as a fairytale,
Through my death, I saw your smile,
Eternal and painful memories were brought after been forgotten for a while.
Look through my eyes in search for lies,
Seraphs of heaven will deny even when she cries.
If my lungs could have air, I would not be in any affair.
I hope my words will make it clear,
Your beautiful lies are lies; there was not a need to fear.
I did not know the silence could take me to my decay,
I am trapped in a coffin buried far away,
If the rusty scalpel opens my heart, my last words rusty will not be,
Time has come; I promise I will not ask why,
Remember I love you and goodbye.