Taronis -- 03

While I do the things I must and make my daily way

I think of time so quickly past closing in on me

You love me now but I fear as things proceed

Focused plainly on the tasks I have I put those thoughts aside

But alone these things fall back upon my tormented mind

My time as whole and independent will rapidly draw to close

This malady reduces me to waste as I stumble in my stride

Each faltered gesture nears me to my deepest horror

I fear the very worst to try and fail and work and worry

To be left alone and a helpless pile staring at some ceiling

First to drop what I hold dear

Then to walk a stumbling pace to suddenly walk no more

Then to stumble on my words and to find it hard to reason

Then to fall and to be trapped in that lonely bed

My faculties withered and my soul in full rebellious treason

I beg to die while you still love me