I'M DYING AS I SIT HERE.

Minutes tic by.
The hours turn to days,
I'm dying as I sit here.

And the agony of knowing,
is unbearable.

After having rid the waves
of the highest clouds
and after having held the hand
of the swiftest sword,
And lived the life of lightning,
it's unbearable to be sitting back here
in the dirt of a mud puddle,
while a storm flashes overhead.