Skin puffed by the vapors of blood
I’m loosing heat
As my temperature is rising
And I can’t do any thing except to see them condense
On low lying mud
I tried to control it
But whatever I do changes state
Its because of the sins I committed
Or just the eights fate
Choked by the vapors, relation, rules
My soul will get over it?
In case I die
Confused to the deepest core
The environment around me
Real or really fake?
Am I unconscious or just the oxygen’s declining rate?
Whatever I fell, still I cannot sleep
I got to stay awake
