And pain, spreads over me,
as rust chewing from a scrap of metal,
pouring acid in my vessels,
evaporating life within me.

And I begin to see flowers of the past,
not withering, not dying
but blossoming and dripping
slices of memories,
sharpened as a knife made of glass.

Numbness slaps my face
as heart is crushed
on the weight of tombestones,
that bear the name of my endless dreams.

The colour of the doom
wraps around me
as a leech on a bleeding wound,
and my eye stare in darkness
as my vision flees away…
one last drop of life anoints me,
before I die, I stay awake.