I learned to keep quite, finally,
After a long, long while.
so that no one can hurt me, silently,
with toil and trouble and guile.
It took some doing, to become this way,
Much too much for me.
Too hard a decision, being pointed, I say,
Forget me, let me be.
So came the day, in the Ides of June,
of the year two-thousand and five.
And so silent I became, under that full moon,
That was the day I died.