Note

The pen that flows across the paper, lets its ink fall and leave behind a mark. A mark of despair death and taper, let its message soon become harked. And the writer soon become vapor, from the sharp and ragged edge of destiny, the letter is finished, sealed by the caper. Put in the envelope of a failed deed. On top of the tower's tallest tier, A breeze takes the note to tow So follows writer, and his tear Crashing to the ground below The letter stated of a failed life, Leading far to many others to strife.