Decay I'm taking shallow breaths My pulse is slowing down The world goes out of focus Right as I hit the ground My eyelids are growing heavy While colours become a haze I'm losing all coherent thought as my memories become a maze My body temperature drops As cold as the ground on which I lay And now I've become an it with static history to relay decay.
Thank you @Tony V. and @Decay for your kind words. It's just like @minuteforce to only come in the thread to tag @Decay and not leave any comments or criticism.