Mowing my garden
I feel like I'm fading
The colour of skin
Is changing
Going through the process
Of disintegration
Just one last shot
And I am history for myself
I can’t breathe
My heart is slowing
I feel only frost
A tear falls down
I keep on waiting
Blood escapes my trunk
The final cut’s salvation
Is what I desire
My painful lust
A filthy liar
I want my soul to rest now
I am so tired
I won’t past the test
And end in fire
Dying
What must be done must be done
Dying
My head is spinning I run I run I run
