I Beg of You to Pardon Me

Hello.

Have you seen what's left of me?

I'm not talking about this rotting corpse That I've been left sitting in.

I'm asking for what I once was, The image that people saw before

I forgot what it looked like.

Was it as good as I remember? The lovely memory I have of that me

This corpse must have been beautiful I'm sure of it

I hope people can remember That image of me

The snapshot of what surely was also the best for them as well.

I hope they remember that

May they reach for that time

So their hands

Can leave my corpse be

And so I can let go

And rot

In peace.

Have you seen what's left of me?