For I lay my life as a toast,
to a deep deathful slumber.
For no passion ignites my heart,
and no art seem worthwhile.
For no dream seem worth chasing,
and no beauty well defined.
As I stood to take a step,
Darkness swept and life drained out
I felt afraid for my life.
As I took my last breath,
And through absolution,
Wished to let myself off pain,
His vision was the only thing that appeared,
It was then I told him, that I loved him,
But somewhere along the way,
The scars got too deep and his efforts paid off,
Because, I stopped