My Death is Near

A illness full of fear
and the dark that appears
how its not so clear
and how my death is near

Soaring through the sky
way up high in the air
with a lot of lies
no one will ever care

My feeling, I hide
deep in the dark
They all are inside
and it all left a mark

A cut going down my arm
and blood dripping down to the floor
so deep that can harm
Another cut marking me once more

why does it tear me apart?
why do I feel this pain?
The pain that is piercing me like a dart
no more of me once I am slain

Like a beast, dead on the floor
cut to the core
as I am buried on the shore
living no more