GoodbyeI was born dying, I lived thus doomed,My final moment in full bloom,As I die I become more alive than before,I am now dead,Having entered the room,Made my bed,Then locked the door.And i'll lay,In my bed,And i'll think...Of sweet day,And of why,To be dead,Makes me strong...Not weak.In my shut off room,The air thicks with death,I will hopefully sleep,deep into peaceThat memories can fadeAnd grant a wish,My last dream for today.And grant me one more,A wish out of Sorrow, For breath to give,and cease before tomorrow...