Vhatsoewer

I feel my heart stopping
Just once after every beat
The spirits of blood don't want
Too long to share my company

I pass by my life's stop
In the carriage of dread
Can I rent a palace
In the slum of the dead?

I sense the hum of my thoughts
I hear my sighs of bliss
I scream for my heart to stop
Just a little bit more after this

A child and an old man sit
In a dungeon of train of life
One - a past of great weight
The other - its future so bright