The Last Pulse

Your black horizon becomes ultraviolet
An impalement ceremony took place
The immaculate conception turns into morbid fairytales
A miracle of creation transformed to credit cards
An agonised expression in your face
Becomes a peaceful smile of coma
And you will die a dog's death
Without any sign of man's dignity

I'm loosing you
I'm loosing your last pulse
I'm loosing you
I'm loosing your heartbeat

You're gone forever
Fated to scary consequences of mortality
It's too late to implore for mercy
The dim lights of your eyes faded out
A hardly imaginable ill-fated life is gone
Covered by a dust of centuries