"The last"
The shitty Tiredness was the real easiness.
The word Fearless was so fucking meaningless.
The time that sadness was the only happiness.
The night that harmless was just heartless.
The dawn was calmness and the lightness.
The morning that truthless was breathless.
The day that kindness was the same realness.
The evening that powerless was again darkness.
The twilight that roughness was filled with fakeness.
The Winter evilness was truly helpless.
The spring goodness was so fruitless.
The summer hotness was filled with coldness.
The autumn loudness was too noiseless.
The last sadness was the first happiness.
The last chapter of his was the first chapter of mine.
The last breath he took was the first breath I took.
The last words he said were my death command.
The last time he looked at me, it was full of hate.
The last time he blinked, was me setting finally free.
