My Grim

...My Grim...

In white i wright the invite

In still begotten anxiety i depart,

From here to the meteorite

This is no longer my will and neither  much of a thrill

You see? my time is up, so please don’t contradict

Death is near... my letter has disappeared

He has gladly taken my invite!

What a pleasure it is to be near,

Sorrow is something of the past

Of what  a begger can only dream.

So thank you grim ,, i ow you my sin

I am done with all the whipped cream...

In the darkest peace of light ill dim

Just to see your face-Grim.....

So here i go to R.I.P

dont you dare tell me that you'd miss me, PLEASE!

You have made it pretty clear that you want me to disappear.

 I shall not disturb you,

My ghost is what will haunt you.

Im ready to leave...

Take me to the place no one believes in,

The place no living soul has been.