At the break of dawn my life was spent.
I cannot say what happened.
Death just sashayed in, without consent.

At first I thought it was a dream.
A horrible Sandman joke.
The nightmare of nightmares supreme.

Then I realized so painfully well
The importance of what I felt.
This shining dawn was my farewell.

I couldn’t help but shed a tear,
For that pitiful creature unaware,
For that soul about to disappear.

After that my mind was overtaken
By a silent, endless grief
For the body that wouldn’t awaken.

So many things were left undone,
So many words unsaid,
So many obstacles not yet outrun.

The pain was blooming, I was out of range.
Mourning and despairing,
Over the things I could never change.

How many days simply passed on by?
How many nights did I never notice?
I was quite unprepared for my time to die.

My too short life slowly waned away.
Faded into nothingness.
‘twas my final night, never more the “everyday”.

This enveloping bed of mine will be my dying casket,
This blanket will be the dust.
Ashes to ashes, swept into the waste basket.