The familiar faces around the room.

Their faces so sad,

As though everything is at doom.

Is it bad?

Nobody says a word.

Tears being shed,

Some praying to the Lord.

Has someone made their bed?

I see the figure in front of the room,

lying so still.

What have they done? 

My eyes begin to fill.

Why can't anyone answer me? 

It's like i'm not there. 

Did i do my deed?

I cannot seem to bare.

As i set my eyes on the figure below,

I realize it was my time to go...