Mortality

In time all your friends will die and you will be alone

They say, "Well you know, you might ascend," or so you are told

Sometimes it's just the end that's on your mind from the comforts of your home

You're growing so very old

The only certain thing is you're dying one day at a time

The days just come and go, till you don't know where you are any more

Your mind runs sanguine sweet, as your words escape your sheets. Your very soul is leaking out

It's a force that just depletes, from the pit of your conceit, and you're not faking it

No more