Last excerpt
The very last excerpt
The spot where the knife will insert
To those who still cared I truly apologize
But these feelings can’t be felt by any pair of seeing eyes
No one to understand these subtle outcries
The ones to be left on a note where my body lies
My spirit lives but this temporary chamber dies
Why? From the spite, the sorrow, or the lies?
Maybe since I started believing in the skys
What they preach will give me consolidation, but gave way to ending my final contemplation
If I suffered is it still a sin?
Mark my grave with what a long strange trip it has been
