Dying in my bed.
I'm dying in my bed.
Suffocated by all my thoughts and dreams
I'm dying under all my wills of building something
My heart stops every single moment I think about leaving
My breath is  taken by every dead hope inside my chest
My body trembles every single day that I try to go further
My blood can't run through my veins it can't run cuz they are so filled with poison
I'm poisoned by fears and paralyzed by wantings that never become real
Until the day I find out I'm dead
I have passed. I'm already dead inside. My life is the assassin. My bloodline is nothing but a curse. I'm cursed to death. I was born in my grave. So I grieve. Will I ever find peace?