Tymon
Encased in a decaying body,
I long for the days of my youth,
I no longer feel strength in my limbs,
Breathing has become a chore,
I can't live without support,
And even in my dying days
I get yelled at with questions
That I lack the energy to answer.
My lungs are collapsing now,
And there isn’t anything i can do,
I long for health and joy again,
I wish the failed god could give
The strength he has taken away.
Like a stillborn, I remain in place,
As the life I once had fades away,
And my skin, it loosens down, until
It looks like it’s melted from the bone.
I no longer have a will to live,
A sense of grayness has covered
The eyes that used to see such color,
Such wonders, such beauty.
I wish to hear Armstrong play again,
To relive those good old days,
Before I required so much help,
Just to breathe another heavy breath.
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