Oh…this really hurts, so sharp is the pain
But the sacrifice is worth all the gain
Look at my river as it flows
Draining my soul of all its woes
The tingles begin in my fingers
Spreading slowly as it lingers
The chills creep slowly up my spine
As my river flows like red, red wine
I feel the adrenaline rush through my veins
Exciting my senses in its envigorating reign
I reach the equilibrium of my experience
Wishing only for completion of consequence
I feel the particles of air as they slip out my grasp
I smell the air, the flowers, the dead and silent ash
I hear the rushing river deep within my soul
I taste the sweet vicory of my imminent goal
I see the edges of my vision begin to succumb
Darkness trails slowly making me go numb
Feeling my senses deaden I realize
No longer can I see out of mine own eyes
Where has the wonderful fragrance gone?
No longer can I feel the warmth of the sun’s dawn
Cold and numb, devoid of all life
But now have I really escaped all strife?
For the unattainable I now want to hold
Reverse my actions…I am ever so cold
Reaching to grasp my soul as it takes its leave
Caught I am in this imminently fatal weave
I am in the moment of my last breath
Holding out as long as I can: I succumb to death