Black, frightening, unwanted, unknown,
These eyes draw me back, far away from home,
As I look into the face of death,
My insides feel like they are in a mess,
Confusion and uproar, all going through my head,
I cannot believe I am about to be dead,
I grab a pen and paper to let every one know,
I try to write quickly, but I'm shaking and slow.........

I wake up to see nothing but flames,
Incripted in my chest I see my name,
I hope that one day, some one will find what I wrote,
And then all can see, my final death note.