I can feel my blood fleeing
From me, hollowing me within
Frightening the daylights out of my skin
Ambrosial din
In two, ripping my chin
My eyes espy not an assassin
There, between death and I, is a covin
To the detriment of my living
Smiting terror into me akin
To awaking in a coffin
My days are thin
My sweet sin.
Theme: suicide.
