Am I awake or am I just breathing
Just want to be proud of a life leading
Now let me rephrase
Sickness sinks this is how I'm feeling
If I was just born to dig an early grave
And like a sitting duck
Smell of rust
Running water

Darling when you're shaking
Death will hold with still hands
This world is too small for our taking

Carefully your mind assembles
Brown eyes turn dead black
Your body trembles
Look down

The void seems empty and bleak
Nothingness is numb and lukewarm
Reaching out now, old bones creek
You begin to vanish into the void


The wells are dry
You choked on that one last wish