Musings from Beyond the Grave II

Oh...by the Gods I'm dead. I'm actually dead. I don't think I understood what this means until now the wist ran out. The wist, the charm, the drunken stupor of foolish joy. All gone theirs nothing left. Nothing at all.
 
i'm being mourned aren't I? By my family I tore the hearts out with a shrug. I cannot imagine I would every be the selfish. But that's what happened as impossible as it seems looking back at it. I'm afraid my regrets will not raise me from the grave. Here I lie. These are my finale notes. I see the fiddler now. The fiddler has come to take me away.
 
the
 
fiddler
 
has
 
come
 
to
 
take
 
me
 
away.