The world is closing in on me,
Knowing that the chase is over
And I am close to done.
The water is turning colder now,
Transforming into ice
That cuts my lungs.
The daylight slips away slowly,
Swallowing every last bit of
Positivity that ever existed.
I'm cracking into pieces now,
Becoming nothing more
Than what the demons insisted.
My heartbeat slows to nothing,
And I can barely breathe.
My eyesight's getting blurry,
And I can no longer see.
My skin turns to winter,
And I am almost dead.
Then my thoughts cut off,
And there are no more voices in my head.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
After Death
PoesiaAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")
