One last candle to blow

To smoke away my life

My wounded soul needs 

To lie low,

To rest from problems

That troubles it,

One last glass of wine to 


To drink away my life

My heart needs a break

To stop feeling so much pain,

My eyes need to dry from


that makes me feel dreadful

From sorrows,

One last cigarette to smoke

To puff away my life,

My brain needs a peace 

From thoughts and scenarios 

That I create inside my head,

One last letter to write,

To reveal all my emotions that

I have been hiding as a

Treasure in island 

Waiting to be discovered by