• The darkness grows beneath my feet
    I cannot cry, I cannot speak
    I fear I'm lost, I know I'm broken
    Then end is near, of this I'm certain

    I feel my death drawing near
    it whispers gently in my ear
    it says my name as if it knows me
    I swear it did (the way it chose me)

    I can not seem to consentrate
    I cannot feel, I cannot taste
    the blood as it fills my mouth
    I cannot move to spit it out

    I'm choking on my own desire
    is this how they clip my wire?
    The fates have made their last decision
    with shears of gold and pure precision

    I part from my flesh and weakness
    at least I know I can't repeat this
    I drift apart from future ash
    and come to find my life has passed