My heart is cold.
Veins like ice.
Eyes grow heavy as i hold the knife.
My bones are weak.
Nothing left for me to seek.
The end is nearing.
Yet I'm not fearing whats at the end of the long rode ahead.
My life wasn't great.
There's nothing left to wait as i slip into the darkness.
I am falling away now.
No light ahead.
Have I made a mistake?
Am I really Dead?
My head is acing, yet i feel my heart slowly pulsating.
Then i woke up.
It was all a dream.
Everything was alright.
Time will never end.
days will never seem to endless.
Life is what you want it to be, and there's no way to end it.