As I lay here on my death bed,
A million things run through my head.
In my eyes I see all my dreams,
Blown away by death's cold breeze.
My time alive was sure a blast,
And I understand my time has passed.
I drift away into an eternal slumber,
As death's wings take me under.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
As I lay here on my death bed,
A million things run through my head.
In my eyes I see all my dreams,
Blown away by death's cold breeze.
My time alive was sure a blast,
And I understand my time has passed.
I drift away into an eternal slumber,
As death's wings take me under.
