My shortness of breath is just a sign of the dark
As the hands of death carefully leave their mark
The dew on the grass is pressed against my face
There’s no sacred white light in this horrid place
My body begins to battle the cold sharp steel
The adrenaline’s run out and I’m beginning to feel
At twenty years old I’m lying here dying
And the loved ones around me are screaming and crying
The chill of the night slowly colors my lips
Their purple and black and increasingly stiff
My childhood comes back more vivid than ever
But I’m fighting it off cause my heart wants to see her
I just want to kiss you before my mind goes
I just want to see you before my eyes close
I just want to touch you to put me at ease
I’m sorry I screwed up I don’t want to leave

 
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