I'm breathing in my last breath and I know the charms of death are only inches from my lips
And it might sound like suicide until you place your hand over the cold skin of my chest
And you feel nothing living underneath
No pulse no heart no dreams
Nothing for time to do but watch itself rust on the face of the broken clock rotting inside stagnant blood
And the reflection of all my years is a face I was never meant to be
And its time to burn the scars and wounds and watch them turn to cinder and then to ash and decompose
And find myself alive again from the kiss and dream of death