The whisper of life escapes my grasp
For the call of death I receive when asked
I feel the icy chill travel down my spine
I hear deaths whisper, speaking this is my time
Scared and alone, deaths torment takes its hold
My pulse grows shallow and my blood runs cold
A thousand thoughts scream inside my head
On this ground where I lay shall be my dieing bed
My eyes glaze as life triles from my veins
Time slowly runs out gradually ending my pain
The blade of escape brings forth my freedom from strife
It took away my pain, and now it shall take away my life