In the 23rd hour
Of the 24th day ninth month,
A sudden vision of power
His heart had stopped at once.
He lay dead on the surface
Yet both eyes wide white,
The facial expression worthless
As it was in his life.
Never reason to smile
Always reason to be ill,
If he was alive right now
Itd be himself he would kill.
He said he saw death one day
While he was asleep dreaming,
But he was also believing
That for him it’s what other people were seeing,
What other people were needing,
Because now that he’s dead
Others may start succeeding,
And now that he’s bleeding
And no longer breathing,
There’s a smile on his face
Because he’s finally leaving.