The Art Of Dying

Losing contact with the living
Everything is so deceiving
I try to fall asleep
But these secrets my eyes cannot keep

I am slowly dissolving into the sun
Floating, floating, it’s so peaceful, why should I run?
Unending molecules surround me
Emptiness as far as the eye can see

Resolutions enter my mind
Words, pains, no other can find
This is a catastrophe.
My soul requires an autopsy.

I hear the revolutions breaking
Tell me, why are you waking?
The stars, they shine, they glow
Where are you? I don’t know

Throw me beyond this perpetual orbit
So strange, where is my darkened wit?
This is pain purposely personified
Into the sun, perhaps I should run and hide

Planets, perhaps you must all align
For I haven’t closed my eyes in a long time
Is it true? Am I dying?
Here we lie; us soldiers are lying

We need to take a journey
Away from life’s tourney
We are all but players in this game
Playing for the emptiness known as fame

Until we fall beyond the stars
Beyond the path of Sirius, beyond Mars
Collisions catastrophically cremate light
Into an aurora, here comes the night

Here is comes, blinding our sight
Like a parasite draining our might
We are evaporating away
Into the glistening air, here comes the day

Round and round, our lives shall end
Down and down, what to defend?
Merrily, merrily, nothing is, as it seems
But we still know, life is but a dream