In time we all moulder in the grave,
keeping company with worms.
When my life I can no longer save,
with it I will come to terms.
When it comes time to embrace my rest,
I just want to die alone.
With oblivion I would be blessed,
for it's peace I've never known.
I know there are some that will rejoice,
thinking I deserve my fate.
I go where I will by my own choice,
scorning those who denigrate.
Mostly I wish to be remembered,
for not being here at all.
As my conscience has been dismembered,
so will I answer Death's call.
Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~.