8 October 2012
Each breath is so shaky, Trying to hold them in, Waiting for death to take me, Waiting for dark to win,
Time is ticking away, While fatigue tries to bite, When's the time to make my way, And how do I make things right?
My limbs are frozen solid, And my legs are too sore, I want to just frolic, To take heavens tour.
Journey • Opuss № I