Slowly fading.
My story is ending,
They’re finally finishing the last chapter,
The ink has come to an end,
Their hand is cramped,
The pages are tarred and are wearing away,
I can feel my heart slow down,
My body is shaking,
Cold shivers are running
Through my spine,
This feeling is making me smile
I wonder why?
I’m dying,
Calmly disappearing,
Dying, dying, dying.
Is this a happy ending?
Is it possible I’m like sleeping beauty
But my prince never arrives.
My heart has been poisoned
From the prick of a pen
And I’m dying…