Gone

As I sit here composing
Composing my thoughts,
My soul is rotting, decomposing
Decomposing inside.
And when my soul is gone,
I'll begin to lose my mind
My mind will stutter&;#8230;steam&;#8230;stop
And be gone.
With my mind dead
My body will lose control
Control will be lost
Leaving me cold.
And as my body freezes up
My black heart will stop
Boom-boom&;#8230;boom&;#8230;boom&;#8230;stop
And be gone.
As I sit here composing
Composing my thoughts
I'm dying
Decomposing inside
I'll slow&;#8230;slow&;#8230;stop
And be gone.