And It Sounds Like…

I think I'm running out of time
I think I've run out of words that rhyme
This conversations getting tense
With all my restarts and repents

I've got nothing to say
The point is in the way
The noise won't go away
The noise won't go away

and it sounds like

The rot is seeping into my being
The shallow whimpering
Uneven breathing
The shallow decay won't make it go away

And it sounds like