I can feel your skin dying
I see that your teeth are falling
your hair use to be so healthy
it's still soft
yet white as milk

your bones are gently rotting
you can't move without crying

now your head is
off in another land
where we can't reach you

your heart's beating slow
your eyes fall to the ground

I ask myself
when will you let go

the memories of an early life
don't appear to you no more

are you living dead

should we let you go off
to the other world your in

every day I see you
I wonder if it'll be the last time

the day that I no longer do

I'll let you go too