Do Not Forget Me.

I lay in my casket straight
above me the preacher and pastor pray.
Isolated...
I was born alone, its only logical I die the same...
How naive of me, my tragic flaw...I did believe in you mother, I did believe I would witness you achieve the "Golden Mean" before my demise...
its a shame. By the time you read this I would have spoiled.
Brother, you will inherit my only passionate possession.
Within its elaborate pages you will find the glory of life.
Finally you will understand why Marcus said "The child will always defeat the wise old man" and why "The truth is a pathological lair". Do not become obsessed in your search for the "Truth", you may only find honest fiction.
When you have blossomed....I can not imagine a more dangerous opponent.
Surpass me while I lay dead with my head in the books, That's where I'm going now...
Yes, I have found the counter which time can not overlap.
The Library... Very few get the luxury of being buried here.
The bank of knowledge to the past and future philosophers and intellectuals.
I pray you gain meaning from my life's teachings.
A life free of compromise...
I walk past The Mouth Of Madness, into the belly of the beast with no complaints or regret.
If you do visit the burial grown of my decaying shell, do not cry.
You are n the wrong cemetery, I am not their I did not die.