My Body Is an Empty Vessel

Forget me
When I’m gone
My eyes are sore
I won’t hang on
The beyond
Invites me
I want the same shine
That you received
Forgive me when I’m gone
I won’t hang on for long
Vissa tankar (some toughts)
Vissnar i takt (as wither (?))
I was never meant for this place
The last sleep serves as my escape
Where my body is an empty vessel
And visions becomes real