he's gone

Today when I got up there was a strange smell in the air, no it wasn’t detergent, don’t jam to my poetic feelings!
I could smell death, well its something stinky. First I was terrified but it was real, after struggling for a week at last he is gone, miracles expires don’t they?
I’ve been thinking all me life what happens if he die & now he’s dead stone dead he’s not breathing I wanted to cry, not a good idea, been crying whole week no more tears left, wanna celebrate, don’t ya know today’s a national holiday! Yea it is celebrating his death, shhh don’t make a sound you may wake him. I buried him, don’t want to get alive, I’ll carve his name on the stone later, I promise. What a feeling!