Dead running through a field.
I've already lost my wind.
My fate's been sealed,
and time's about to blend,
it's time you see midnight
for all it's about.
I hit the dark's height,
and my lights about to drought,
and I'll keep rolling until
the ground underneath
shows the soils riddled
with the signs of grief.
My ****** tears shed my vitality.
This is my never ending reality.
This head stone represents my finality.