Timing

Faint confusion
Buried in mud
Master plan to escape
Slow breath, as I weep
Cold chills as I grow
Clouded eyes I die
Slow decay the more I know
Procreate I die
Hear I hear the reaper
Crack the weakness inside
Salvage what is left
Becoming a man
Cold chills as I grow
Clouded eyes, I die
Slow decay the more I know
Procreate I die
Sucking my soul
To an end
Destroying my mind
As I descend