Strip away my heart of all the torment
Set this spirit free from imprisonment
The sands of time are slowly fading
Regret by my side as I lay down watching
Every fragment of yesterday burn with time
As the cancer keep eating what's left inside

I am merely the shell of my former self
For years the product of withering health
Bound by chains of flowing medicine
The air I breathe- borrowed from a machine
And when I 'm alone I ask with self pity
Since when did movement become a luxury?

Now the truth has come before my eyes
The reaper is smiling with imminent demise
I am ready for death, let me welcome him
If my hand can obey, it will be a whim
So one last favor before I kiss the mud
I beg you please, pull the trigger.. Pull the plug!