I’ll be going first to the other side,
Doing an unpredictable suicide,
Putting that to action with full of pride,
That’s a dream I no longer want to hide.
The time I die will not be the last time will meet,
Because in the afterlife we’ll still meet and have a greet,
Like the old good days on the street,
Where you found me asleep and covered with a sheet.
I just made an early departure,
With a whole set of mind in rapture,
Body in torture,
All of that put in mixture.
When I die will not be the last goodbye,
Because I haven’t said a simple “Bye”.