here i'm lying between four walls of a pristine white
only tv sounding in this room of the condemned
i'm checking my face, maybe still rotting
thus i won't strive, won't show the slightest grin
impossible absurd which,
cause soon i'll leave
last hassles before the end
sorrow rises
I roll with the pushes from that killing pain
a powerless morphine
my goal
a prayer for the dying
in case than they'd maintain my alive

alone with my anger for death
get rid of me, let me pass away
if fear is often tumor
death comes now with a smile
hearing my conker rodent's lament
enraged with this ending
a death place reeking ether
an no mourner at my side
lying here, not dead yet
they think i wine
i just simply mope
no need for compassion
but fuck i'm still here
waiting deliverance of the cross on the front
scented by oil of extreme unction
cause for one time sorry
my nose nobles the truth

i start my fall
i run with embolism
in a will full motion
i start my fall
in a willful motion

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