I am writing my own obituary, and it is revealing
I never knew my own purpose, it feels like chaos
My memories are lost in the mist and I'm reeling
A collective of living without love, scars and loss
Gathering the events, the chapters, and dreaming
I'll spend my future someplace even more obscure
My flesh burns in cancer, and not having answers
How do I write an obituary after life with no hope
He'll be missed by all who watched his epic fall
"After the funeral everyone went away,
satisfied that they'd done a good job.”
Truman Capote
