The end is mine, mine alone
It will come swift
Death I do own
I become a myth
Dark decaying afterlife
My sole will rot
I and my sole do strife
When shall we part, I know not?
The end will come
I feel it creep near
But still far
I have no fear
I lust its repose
My end
It is close
My end
Jon Hark
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-end-2/
