Obitual Poem by Daniel Bowyer

If this be thy final canon
Then let it make a mark

Talk, Is cheap, but truly worthless, hence over priced
All I ever wanted, was to be someone better, Preferable not me
But what a selfish request from one who deserves no self at all

If this is my reqruiem then know that I do not want an easy death
I want to feel the rope around my neck, The lack of air, and of help
The rope burn will be the last thing that I ever feel
And the torture that it causes will never be enough
Not even if I hung forever, And if pain exist beyond? I shall kill myself a thousant times or more

I do love, and I do feel, tender faces in my mind, but in practice there are cold to me
Just how I want them to be, My mother whom did travail me I feel such wonder for your strenght
And how the feeling havn't killed you I do not know, but there killing me
And brothers, Kin, whom I have eternal bonds you are my best friends yet your old rope isn't enough to keep me in the skin
I wish that you never understand how weak I am, that good times and good jests are what you keep of thee

And lover, and lovers past that I have getting small heart too
Well keep it, I do not need any of it back, I probably mistreated thy good nature
But justice is the makers weapon of choice,
But lover who hath still passions for me, whom wishes to fly right in my heart, and mend the lot
Know that I wish thee, Happyness beyond my power

To all, the devotion you have shown is felt, but alas never enough my loved ones
So I hope to be honest that you never find me, So then you never have to grieve
I care that much at least, and maybe one day you'll be happy for me that i'm free
The words are cherished I promise, but they cannot save me now, they never could
So when you cut me down, And look upon me one last time, you'll do what I never could