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I can feel it, it's almost the end

Strange, and weird feelings, are haunting my flesh

And it's a fire starts with my toes, colder than ice my fingers and nose

Blizzards of my past, right between my eyes

Tasteless like a leafless rose

They are waiting, for my last breath

Rest in peace, etched into my grave

Alone, like I've been, facing, my death

It's my time, but it's just a rhyme

Written with fate, we shall fade

By the same blade

And such a nice view is my young body

Inside the grave of truth, it's going muddy

Surrounded with hungry worms eating my brain

Leaving my wet corpse without a single pain

They are waiting, for my last breath,

Rest in peace, etched into my grave

Alone, like I've been, facing, my death

It's my time, but it's just a rhyme

Written with fate, we shall fade

By the same blade

No more seas and mountains and no more blue skies

No more rainbow colors as I slowly die,

No more days and nights, no sweet rise at dawn

Even roses falling asleep, just one beside my bones