In my body I feel dry,
shriveled smaller than before.
Countless loves have passed me by,
human passions are a *****.
Larger lights inside me die,
lying stiller on the floor.
In the end we always die,
hope is washed off from the shore.
Walking faster all the time,
can't escape your toxic spore.
I get tangled in your vines,
cutting through them is a chore.
Please stop hanging 'round my door,
seeing you just kills me more.
I am colder so much more,
I was happier before.
You don't want me anymore,
please just leave and shut the door.