Awaiting Death

Words to be written in a bloody pen

Describing the bleeding heart of mine

While the mind is rousing the thoughts

To commit a secret suicide within my soul

No evidence is left behind for the love I lost

Nor a picture for the life I have lived at all

Demons have been playing with my days

By flipping my lighting days into the darkest nights

Angels have been watching over my breaths

Waiting over my body to breathe the last breath

Earth has been counting my seconds

Waiting for our paths to be combined

By I gave her my sickened body

While she covers me with the soil, I am made of.