Last wish

When I breathe no more,

hand me over to my fire

so the voice of the last choir

may purify my every sore.

Once I die,

turn me into ash

so that I become a flash

of wings that fly.

Once I am gone,

remember to be free,

pay attention and see

when truth is overthrown.

When I no longer belong in here

I shall become blood and ink

in a world that will never think

this heart was ever insincere.

3 de julho de 2017