his passing was no surprise

they said he’d been living

on borrowed time

but baby

it’s all borrowed time

and when I dummy up

I can hear my life

grow fainter

with every heartbeat

the mechanism speeds on

but I have withered

under the shadow

of certain death

I can’t wrap my head

around the concept of non existence

but I know that’s what’s coming

how will I meet that hour?

and how shall I spend

what time remains to me?

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