As I fall on my back
A red river flows from me.
I wonder where everything has gone
and where I ought to be.
It doesn't matter now,
it'll end anyhow.
My breathing is so slow.
I close my eyes now,
everything spins
and it feels so good within.
My worries are gone,
as the cold sings me a song
and I no longer feel the embrace of a hell so hot,
but the cold, it numbs my pain, heals the cut.
Alone, forgotten, I'm done.
The room stops spinning and everything is gone.
My breathing ends
and you can't pretend,
that you don't know, as I lay on my bed,
that I didn't say goodbye, because I am dead.
