Let the beginning starts with the END

         I  want to start this blog with a poem written during my college days. 

         The poem is the dark version of the one I wrote back in 2001 (that's why it got the "II" on it's title). 

         This is somewhat my idea when "that" day comes.

Litanies in Black II: 

Funeral of the Immortal

December 2003

Cry and shed your tears upon me,
For this will be the last time you’ll see,
The precious man you loved the most,
Will soon be brought in the realm of ghost.

Let my body be dressed in black,
For the soul inside will never be backed.
Stop weeping because I’m dead,
For I want to see your last smile instead.

Death is truly my destiny,
For it will be the start of my eternity,
True life will begin after my death,
That’s why it will take away my breath.

The sky will pour a mordant rain,
For you to ease all the pain,
As the rain releases its sorrow,
Darkened heart will shine tomorrow.

Bury me in a creepy cemetery,
For it will be the sanctuary of my body.
Sprinkle scented flowers into my grave,
For it will be my last gloomy crave.

Let my body be eaten by worms,
For my spirit will no longer roam.
As the day ends and so as my life,
Like a drop of blood from the edge of the knife.

I ended up in this morbid fate,
For I will enter on the holy gate,
Maybe god will welcome me,
Or damnation will burn my body.