Life wanes but it is still pending,
But your wait will soon be ending.
State of health, so fragile and now faint,
Your blood is infected with a fiery taint.
Threads of life fed you but you will not know,
That your doom awaits, you will soon go.
No fluffy clouds, a gate or eternal light,
which you held on to with all your might.
You knew your ticking hands would stop; halt,
You can’t help but think who was at fault.
Was it self-inflicted? Was it high enough?
Did you even think of the people you love?
Did you consider the damming of yourself?
Un-existing, unmoving on the cold shelf.
What is beyond all the horizons?,
Is it absent of these wails and sirens?
Had you gave up, are you finally giving in?
Struggling in that battle you don’t want to win.
Succumb and follow me, I will take you to unliving,
No choice, no excuses; whether or not you’re willing.
There’s no chance of healing, your body is broken,
It now went blurry, to nothing, I couldn’t be woken.