Death has come close,
I can feel it arive.
With arms wide open,
My heart still deprieved.

No one will care,
My funeral empty.
With no tears of sadness,
But with joy, plenty.

My friends stand around me,
One leans toward my ear.
'Tis the one I love,
Who fills me with fear.

She whispers so softly,
As I lie in my bed.
"Goodbye and good riddance,
We all want you dead."