In the End....

All of this will fade away, Soon to be forgotten. Distant shores moved here today. Corpses float and rotten. Birds above sing so sweet. Are they unaware? The wind fire and ash they meet... Will sauté them in the air. Garden? I shall not. Nor clean this messy house. Set a trap I forgot? To snare a harmless mouse? Nay, although I know what comes ... Will fillet my pretty face. I will strive to love someone, More than this wretched place.