So I started walking down the street,
while I melt my toes into concrete.
There’s no sorrow neither people crying
that’s what I see as I lay dying.
Fresh air softly combs my hair,
couse must look appropriately once there.
So preacher don’t keep on trying.
I’m seeing it all as I lay dying.
Luckily I don’t leave behind a wife or son
just flesh, blood and bones.
A cheap casket are they buying.
Empty for now as long as I lay dying.
Sweet lovely death, hold my hand for last,
and take me there if you must.
I’ll known if you’ve been lying,
I see it all as I lay dying.
Santiago Leo 2011
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