Tears made of gold drip down onto my cold cheeks.
There sorrowful gleams caress the darkness that surrounds them.
My Heartbeat slows and begins to weaken, almost as if I were dying.
Hands shake while my body quakes, unable to hold all that I bare within my crumbling soul.
A crushed heart and a mind full of nothingness, I’m dying I think.
No— I know that I’m already dead, but toy with the thought of life for a while.
I’m dead I think—
