I could see dreams
Of my life
Coming to the point of a knife
Sharp yet sweet
I could see trillions of mirrors
That show my reflections
But they one by one
Break into lost fragments of hope
I could see my bedroom under the sods
I could imagine my sleeping body
From the transparent glasses of tommorow
Where my rays of life would follow
Lost hopes, lost world
That's all i could see
I wish i could flee
But as they say "You can run but you can't hide"
I could see my cholera stricken wreath
At my last breath
Ah , life was sweet
So does death