Death is impending,
This is all ending,
The curtain is falling down,
I can see past smiles and frowns,
It is then I realise,
I don’t want these eyes
To shut just yet,
I want to see what fate I would’ve met…
But my life is now over…
All that’s left is a four-leafed clover…
Pain is coming,
Thoughts are drumming,
This is the final act,
I won’t achieve my own pacts,
I realise now I don’t want to go,
I start to scream no,
But everything starts to fade,
Eyes are shutting, no more light and shade…
My life is now over…
Last thing I see is a four-leafed clover…
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