Death.  I’m slowly dying.

My world leaves me furiously crying.

My fight is forever fleeting.

My soul being eaten while my flesh being beaten.

My drive constantly diminishing.

I’ll be gone before I have time for thinking.

So I must think fast

Because time is ticking

Hour by gruesome hour

My skin begins it’s bleeding.

This entity in me is breeding

And refusing my heart from beating.

Slowly my life is ending.

The moon is desperate to save me.

But I quickly demolish the rescuing

To fully embrace the poisoning.

I hear a gunshot sounding

And my heart ceases it’s pounding.

No longer am I just dying

As for living,

I’m now worthlessly trying.