Untitled and Unfinished

These are the final words I write,
my life fading in the lamplight.
Losing the grip on my pencil,
I await the up coming funeral.
If you wonder how it came to this,
look past what seemed to be bliss.
My smile was just a masquerade.
The happiness has long been decayed.
Day upon day did I awake,
always thinking it was a mistake.