The rotating pillars over my head
Has dropped by an inch
My eyes focuses on the path led
And all I see is an antidote in a syringe

Laying on white sheets, while time flies
Watching everything with these torn eyes
Paralyzed with no motion
Death is a denied solution

Now I close these eyes and make a wish
That time stands still
And all that is around me clashes and spills
With me as an aimed prey, destined to ****...


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