As I Am

Poetry kwa Aria Antonia Angell

If I am gone
I will be gone
Sing a somber song
But I till will be gone

Nobody knew
What I would do
To wewe
If I was gone

Might I return
As ceature of night
to give wewe a fright
If I was gone?

So leave me as I am
In this dirty hole
In this wintry cold
And death across my face

As they eat me alive
the person inside
I wait
for me to go

Because if someone is dead
The'll scoop up their head
and if wewe were not good
if wewe did that thing
Looking to give wewe a fright
then they too will make wewe
a lonesome, hungry, dead,
creature of the night!