My soul, My dying soul,
My heart, My lonely heart,
Too much pain I cannot handle it all,
And slowly I am falling apart.
This world, This whole wide world,
Beautiful still and will always be,
In the near future it clearly behold,
All the good things that we fail to see.
My hands, covered with calluses,
Evidence that I fight to survive,
My body, black and blue, too many damages,
I am in trance, Half dead half alive,
My brain is slowing down, drawing near to shut down,
I already have no feel of anything,
This emptiness binds to me like a string,
Making myself to drown.
Senseless, my sense fosaken me,
Helpless, my love ones deserted me,
Right now, I need some sersious saving,
But we all do, in the end we tend to embrace our own depraving.
Speak, softly or loud, you can shout even,
ask for helping hand,
You’ll see, that no help will be given,
Inch by inch you’ll sink in sand.
