The Last Shortcut

The beautiful morning sun, slowly kisses my cold, dead face

And even though I'm gone, nature continues its pace

The early breeze doesn't chill, as it did the day before

Because I can feel nothing now, except the forest floor

Yesterday afternoon, I took the short route home

I didn't know that someone was watching, waiting for me to roam

He waited patiently, as I took in the lovely wood

Then he caught me by surprise; I have to admit, his timing was good

And after he was done, he left me here uncovered

Because somehow, he saw fame, in my remains being discovered

So now, I lie and wait, for an innocent eye

To find me on the shortcut, I took without saying "goodbye"