Time is passing,
the world is going,
my life is fleeing,
my mind dying.
My spirit is ready to leave;
Hopelessness fills the air,
I ask God for mercy.
My candle will be flickered out,
perhaps it was my fate
for a life completely wasted.
My actions wasted,
my chattering bags of air.
The regret I hold is small
yet so wide is its infection.
I cry alone,
I eat alone,
I fear alone,
I die alone.
May this nightmare end and all the horror's that accompanied it, let those souls who should be free made so. As I draw my breath one last time going home I feel satisfied, out of flesh I feel release, out of mind I now decease; hoping for pitch black I await the coming act. When I was free before I was born, no more horror, no more scorn.
the world is going,
my life is fleeing,
my mind dying.
My spirit is ready to leave;
Hopelessness fills the air,
I ask God for mercy.
My candle will be flickered out,
perhaps it was my fate
for a life completely wasted.
My actions wasted,
my chattering bags of air.
The regret I hold is small
yet so wide is its infection.
I cry alone,
I eat alone,
I fear alone,
I die alone.
May this nightmare end and all the horror's that accompanied it, let those souls who should be free made so. As I draw my breath one last time going home I feel satisfied, out of flesh I feel release, out of mind I now decease; hoping for pitch black I await the coming act. When I was free before I was born, no more horror, no more scorn.
