Through the shorelines,
His eyes gazed,
By the horizon,
The sun has yet to blaze.
So he sat down,
Thinking about his past,
Not about his future,
Which wasn't made to last.
The blessed unfaithful,
Grinned at the pain,
Life became doubtful,
Driving him insane.
It was his last day,
Cancer stage 4,
His number was up,
Not a second more.
He closed his eyes,
To the sun's embrace,
His soul is raised,
To a better place.
Serendipity,
Fate so unkind,
But through his death,
That's heaven he find.
