I hold onto life I am not
Ready for that moment
I wish not to meet my maker
Life,
Death,
Nothing
That interests me on the
Other side of death,
What do I gain from the departed
Way of life,
Enlightenment,
Clean slate,
Wings
That I wish not,
"I'M SCARED OF HEGHTS"
I will live each day as if another doesn't exist
I hold on, I scratch at each breath,
My body is useless to me
I *** in a bag, my food is mush,
But that doesn't mean for a
Second,
Minute,
Moments
Pass, but I will survive till mornings light
I will not surrender a breath
To the taker, to death
I have fight left in this shell
In this place I call life,
I breath once more, take in all around
For one more maybe my last,
I will continue the fight,
Never easy will I go holding onto my *life...