Rusting away.

As I exhale my final trickeling words

I will oxidize

Just to be criticized

 The tremors trembling with my pulse

 and through my broken veins

 Its al too much

 this fear of being in my later year

 because im slowly leaving

 what I can barley remember

I dont know but the flash backs of lights in the dead of December

 its all one worry away

with the gasps of pain signals to my brain

my final try

So, 3-2-1...Goodbye.