My body hurts
My soul is dying.
Smoke is blowing in my face,
Im inhaling it.
My lungs scream for mercy,
For they are already destroyed.
The world is quiet when its ends.
I never imagined going out this way.

Death isnt peaceful,
When it hits.
But I pretend it is,
For small mercy
Is better than none.

I fall apart limb from limb
Torn by the world
To lay to rest in it.

The earth hugs me,
Softly cooling my parts.
It feels welcoming,
As i lay there
Beaten and bruised
From my dance with death.