I died a natural death

Before I died, I wrote a will.

My life was wasted in amusement and games.

I went on with my life, making myself insignificant.

A star shone in my world, a shield for me.

Come on, me!

Opportunities don't come as compliments.

And leave me your remains.

Because this world has become hell.

Life has become beyond my capacity.

And it has turned us into sectarian ghosts.

Death visited me like a black knight,

carrying a scythe.

My soul rebelled within me.

And it took from me a will.

At that moment, I knew I had become

dead. A natural death.