My Last Night (Angel of Sadness)

I rose, I stood It was a feeling somewhat good I laughed, I talked My forearms even looked As if they contracted shaded chalk My body, my shadow seemed to no longer stalk These were the events I would present The morning of my last night Strange enough, I even toasted to breakfast The humor in drowning in this lake last You and me, together we’re going to make past If I let go, then this song dies And we become nothing more, than a repetition of tries Ain’t it beautiful? The things we grow to hate We reach for in our final grasp So soothing so cool These are the things thought about Mourning my last night I shook hands As if it were a normal day I accepted the conclusion of a troubled man I participated in a few random acts of kindness I even cursed the face of a phantom in pure blindness The things I accomplished The morning of my last night