My dark friend
While I'm  descending, I try to disrobe from my heavy burdens.
Deadly recollections, unimaginable pain, and the years I've matured without you counting my bones.
Yeah, sickness served me until the end.
All has to go while I'm dropping.
Beloved, I'm giving up, nearly there, losing my pain, losing my recollection, disrobing from my last breath.