Buried in a minefield
Or a meadow of stars
A shackle or a shield
Inimitably reducing
Any conformity and its need
Creating its memories
Killing its creed

I'm dying slowly
Or living fast
Falling in love
Falling out
I fall in a different darkness
I chase a different sunbeam
Each moment

Buried in a minefield
Or a graveyard of affection
A repentance of a curse
And a wretched reflection
On an artificial iron lung
An everyday chore
In galaxies far-flung

I'm dying slowly
Everything is
Slowly
Even the sun will go cold
I'm dying slowly
Everything is
Regret