Laying down in my place of rest
I’m bleeding, by my own hand
The moon; she bathes me in her light
As if to heal the scars
Inflicted

I’m falling into a slumber
My strength fading, by my own will
The sea; it embraces me in its safe haven
Lulling me to sleep, even deeper
As if to soothe the mistakes
Committed

I’m losing sight
My abused body is closing down, this is my sin
The fire; ferociously thriving for me
Stealing my last oxygen
As if to keep me warm and shed some light
Through my cold and black journey
Into death