Legacy.

Point that gun at me,
In this well-lighted refurbished room,
Stain it with the blood of mine,
Do it by playing: Auld Lang Syne;
Tell me once more the beauty of the past.
As well I've lived my youth
To the ages gone by.

Look me in the eyes,
Ever fair reaper that lone wander–
To the shadows of those in despair.
Never was;
Content of my heart has become,
Farewell to my kin,
Legacy,
And memories.

- 𝐌arcmire