Dying

I'm chilling without considering about anything 

I don't know when I die in this world 

My lungs are filled with smoke 

My liver is filled with alcohol 

My thoughts are filled with evil 

My brain stop processing good into me 

My neurons are protesting against me 

My body is fighting with my soul 

I'm alive but dying inside 

God is the only man I fear 

He is going to heal me 

No matter what the damage I've done.