A LETTER FROM THE GRAVE

My time has come and gone.
I have paid the ripper what I owe.
My only regrets  amongst all I've done
Is not making a good bargain for my soul

I hope you get this before the breaking of dawn
I pray you adhere to it like gum
Because from my fiery after life I see no sun
And my heart faints because I should have been a better son.

I'm being mourned surely by mother
And I see the disappointment  in the eyes of father.
So this is my massage from 6feet down under
Never lose faith, never surrender
Never defect,  never to hide the truth, blunder
Because beauty might lie in the eyes of the beholder
But the consequences of your actions will rest on your shoulder.

My massage will expire with your shado
I am soiled,  I have lost my glow
Follow me not or this pain will your mind blow
Your will will be broken and your suffering will only grow
Heed my massage for I speak from down below.