My brain makes a buzzing sound,
and it does not stop stop.
My heart beats 120,
and it keeps pumping blood blood.
Nothing stops for the soul of the lost.
I panic, O' panic,
it does not stop, ever stop.
Nothing ever stops for the broken,
but does it ever stop for anyone?
My hands rattle and they shake,
as I start to hear the voices of the dead.
Hard for me to breathe I cannot breathe
I I I cannot see where is everyone
All of this felt strange I cannot see
and my muscles seized it hurts
I I could not feel My bones hurt
My hands were in "crab claws",
the fingers folded, and I could not move them.
They felt cold to my own touch, my hands,
like ice they could break at any moment.
Skin all pale now, felt invisible needles everywhere.
Breathe in...in? And out,
no no there goes the light.
I feel myself slip away,
felt no air in my lungs.
And in a blink of an eye,
I am now gone
