Childish Theories

I use to think I was immortal
No sickness even made me think otherwise
This wasn't just a childhood fantasy
I believed with a youthful heart, you could not die

It wasn't a bullet or broken bones
That made this immature thought burn out
No, no hospital visit or painful migraine
I still never had a doubt

This dream state collided with another shattered dream
Some would even question if it exists
But being soulbroken tore the life out of me
And I faced death as these two mixed

I feel an irreversible aging today
A slowed down rhythm in my being
I welcome the end of my time in this world
I can no longer handle what I'm seeing

The warm grave in the mother earth
Whispers my name relentlessly now
And the solutions constantly barraging me
As to when and why and how

No more feeling like I can live forever
No more wanting the power that comes with misery
A heart of stone would change this story
But a heart of gold is what has cursed me