I never knew, but i created severe tumors.
Now they have spread upon my skin, into the nerves.
Dying at the expense of my own devices.
Theres a blackness in my heart that I cannot erase.
So diagnose what's left of me.
Count the days like they were meant to be numbered.
Time, the end is growing near.
Somehow I know, it was never meant to be this way.
So move the mirror away from my face,
or I'll only gain another disgusting pain to dwell upon.
With perfect desire and hope,
I no longer need to feel as precious as I was before.
If God is watching now, I hope he'll hear me cry,
because I know for sure that I never was a bad person to begin with...
I just forgot to pray yesterday.
Damn, I am dying inside, but i am not afraid to let it fade.
This time there's no excuses left to say.
With a quick flinch of the eye my compassion dies, and with it,
my hope comes as the breeze to bring the ashes back to my mothers arms;
back to where I last felt embraced.