Borrowed Time

My heart, with the knowledge, of the agony that it's existence

Causes me, out of moral obligation, it gives no resistance

And ceases to beat. Every palpitation that knifed my soul and induced my blood to flow

Ceases to move. My body exhales with relief and in exhaustion is waiting for my soul to go

And depart. My heart only moves at your request and now, it responds in kind

To the absence of my lord and commander. I am living on borrowed time.