Time is starting to wane on my existance
A drawing line that's losing its ink
The art that's been vibrant and showed my soul
Is dulling and has less of a story to tell
Wishing on stars has less power now
And I understand my cat's nine lives will outlast me
Yet I stay on this orbital plateau  
Persisting to exist against the universe's will
A pained gasp of air stays caught \
Releasing it all with my last breath out
Drops of blood flying out as well
I know what will be demise; my own body