Blinking like I'm winking my last wink
Feeling like I'm breathing my last breath
Talking like I'm saying my last speech
Walking like I'm taking my last steps.
Breathing under horrendous shady of fever,
My torrid body metamorphosed crisp water.
Hitherto, I'm looking at my wealth that I have kept
Thinking of my plights that were made at night
Death's amah has turned me to a griever.
I wondered those stories that would be tell,
When underworld I now dwell,
I wondered those stories that would be sell,
After my lurid farewell.
Looking at my mirror at dark
Amah giving me mephistophelean remark.
Lying on bed like wood
My spirit commune with the sainthood.
Penning like I'm writing my Will,
I'm penning now, my hands are quivering,
The candlelight, light up night's quill.
As I'm writing, my mind is belaboring
Like a ghost breathing in netherworld.
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