This is goodbye
I search for you, through all that I am, though all I am is nothing.
My lungs are punctured so I will, drain this hole inside my chest and fill it with your blood.
I will breathe again.
Raise my head. Scream to me my discretions
Your name is my battle, your body is my weakness.
I'll take a stand. I'll retreat to my conviction.
This will be the end.