The pulse of life, I hear it still
But fainter than the days of yore
It ebbs and flows, a sluggish rill
No longer swift, no longer pure
It mirrors time, that ruthless thief
That steals away our precious breath
It brings me closer to the end
The day I’ll meet the face of death
I do not fear, I do not grieve
I only feel a hollow space
A void that grows within my soul
A sign that I will leave no trace
