Does anyone know the sweat of death?

Every minute of waiting

each twist from any movement that is heard

my end is coming

but I'm still here

Prohibited from any beam

My lust for life grows

What good is there though?

for crucial Concomitant events

Gathered against me

The hardest thing is how easy to get me out

Yet nobody comes

Officially no time for illusions

Today is a gift which's price well be taken tomorrow

No one understands the beats of my heart

How my nerves weaken when hearing their steps

And the approaching of my death

All that is good has left me

yet I care not anymore