Dying



My relentless countdown Is refusing to change its pace And all those old black scars Starting to mark my face and soul

And my darkest skies Keeps on pressing me to the ground With these filthy curtains Wrapped around my will

Crawling, screaming, weeping Searching a place to hide A place to die

I am shivering and my tears clouds my eyes My tears burn my skin off Fall to the ground Screaming out I'm not prepared to die I haven't seen all I wish

Autor: Isole