if i were to continue living
the way i do now
bitter, cold, unforgiving
blind to help and love
deaf to the screaming
of my soul
then when i meet death
and fall to his clutches
and when i am stripped
of skin, of flesh, of material things
the world will see
my bones are rusted steel
my heart is melting ice
and everthing else
are hollowed rocks

*and time will come
when god will ask me
what i am, what i was
while i was alive
i would say
i was dying
i was already dying
i was always dying