The sharp, shallow intake of air.
my last few moments sting.
like salt on a wound,
they pierce through my body.
i don't have much time left,
my life shall soon run out.
but i'll be happier there.
you just wait and see.
the moon will always be full,
and the stars always bright.
night and day, sweetly passing.
without broken hearts or souls.
it is beauty, and it is peace.
my fantasy world, will be everlasting.
so as i die here,
in this cold, dark place.
remember my world.
and where i'll be,
while you're still here
falling further away from grace.
