Ephemeral Lyrics

My death
is my gift to myself?
Within these dark days
they pass within the circle of night
Smell the rot
of this once fragile life
Feel my stench

Stirring in the four winds
Hear these words
My final curtain call
This human coil stench
To see inside my head
the cold soil of my rest is calling
The dark it plays its song for me
No church halls sing at my pyre
As no angels dance above for me
As my last breath sings
It's a lonely tone into silence