The Final cut

Mowing my garden

I feel like I'm fading

The colour of skin

Is changing

Going through the process

Of disintegration

Just one last shot

And I am history for myself

I can’t breathe

My heart is slowing

I feel only frost

A tear falls down

I keep on waiting

Blood escapes my trunk

The final cut’s salvation

Is what I desire

My painful lust

A filthy liar

I want my soul to rest now

I am so tired

I won’t past the test

And end in fire

Dying

What must be done must be done

Dying

My head is spinning I run I run I run