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
Drink,
To drink away my life
My heart needs a break
To stop feeling so much pain,
My eyes need to dry from
Tears.
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
Pirates.