Epitaph

Just let me die

As a cold whisper

Fading away from my lungs

Let my body silence

And my soul roar

Through this walls

Please

I want to be scattered

And slowly decay

All my ashes

Feeding trees and birds

Old imagens of my childhood

Populate my brain

As I reach the final oblivion

My inner red butterflies

Are now fluttering

Among the stars

I am now complete 

The vast majority of things

I shall call home 

Oh, just let me die!

Caio Bio Mello

18/12/2014