Add another burn to the collection,
As my mind and body no longer feel any connection.
Is this who I'm meant to be?
Invisibly dying, even to me?
Yes, indeed.
For where I plant the seed,
It'll always be a weed.
One that causes the deed.
When I drift off, promise me that if I die in my dream,
I will not weep nor scream.
I will find peace in the morning,
Even if that means mourning.
For I will die, one day.
And I will no longer have to stay.
To no longer stay on a planet that has seen my sway,
And decided there was no other way.
