The letter: 2012
I dreamt one day the world would end,
That this to me, this letter send:
I, done with life, though it seems wrong
I wish to cease my spinning song
So adieu, say I to life and love
And away I go like a soft white dove…
Oft I have felt that cold hand
On this warm shoulder
Its depth doth reach me from another land
Dark with deeds untold, closer it crawls colder.
Shudder, it takes
and with it lays wake,
to sleep and dreams
As once touched,
one never screams.