My Last Night (Angel of Sadness)

I rose, I stood
It was a feeling somewhat good
I laughed, I talked
My forearms even looked
As if they contracted shaded chalk
My body, my shadow seemed to no longer stalk
These were the events I would present
The morning of my last night
Strange enough, I even toasted to breakfast
The humor in drowning in this lake last
You and me, together we’re going to make past
If I let go, then this song dies
And we become nothing more, than a repetition of tries
Ain’t it beautiful?
The things we grow to hate
We reach for in our final grasp
So soothing so cool
These are the things thought about
Mourning my last night
I shook hands
As if it were a normal day
I accepted the conclusion of a troubled man
I participated in a few random acts of kindness
I even cursed the face of a phantom in pure blindness
The things I accomplished
The morning of my last night