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.