My Epitaph

Killing myself for the glory of others
wasn't exactly what I had in mind
wasting away each of my days
cause I am a little too blind
didn't see myself falling
into the trap of my creation
didn't feel the slip in a shadow
of my magnificent self-depreciation
Holding onto everything
so tightly is all I can do
I am lost without my heart
a soul floating, torn apart
sweet whispers of better days
In a cloudy mist and haze
What is a poor girl to do
when all she loves is a mystery
I am helpless without a smile
can't be guided by a voice
like I was given a better choice
maybe the sun will shine
maybe I won't be so blue
maybe I will change my colour
to a more purple hue
Ah alas I hear the call
the sound of the drums beating
my last reprieve before the song
At last some peace and sombre
juniper berries I can see
fields of flowing grasses high
gentle maidens singing sweet lullaby
my feet on the wet ground
running softly through
laughing gayfully flowing dress
and gently, softly I float away
no more the crying noises made
my tears dry and rested
aftermath is such a sight
people dressing with their tears
ready to party for a thousand years
I won't be missed I will be mocked
like a dirty old sock
I will be the one they challenge
tell me louder who was I?
How can they judge who they never knew
The last laugh was always mine
while drinking fine wine..............