Though I walk freely, my time is not my own The mass inside me demands that I atone Abomination made of invasive cells "Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day
Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears
The Seconal A noble fall by script of death A somber bypath When abyssal night carves its way inside, will they let me die?
With the taste of my own blood and the stench of seeping pores I call upon my sovereignty to bring me home Self-made ending, transfer the power from the vile form One last autonomous effort to accept what I've become
Prescription is filled, it goes in the drawer A final response for all that's in store A choice to remove a terminal weight with dignity spared Command of my fate
A gathering of kin to witness my final breath Their hands and words allay me Memories to bring to death
The brine assuages the terrors that I've buried Its spirit slows my thoughts Foreboding replaced with a cosmic clarity The truth illuminates the dark
And all is quiet No voices, no sounds disturb my slumber The silence surrounds
Legends have spoken of a terrible darkened sea All are mistaken; an unending ecstasyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
