A dance with death

And I down anpther bottle,

Just anything I find,

I sack down on the ground,

for in the morning I'll be gone

I take their hand,

Step for step,

My Soul slowly drifts away,

As I dance with sweet death itself

As my surroundings fade out,

I just hope I won't be missed,

But now it's top late,

And I still have no regrets 

I wonder how long it'll take,

Till they notice I'm gone,

maybe tomorrow,

Or maybe when my body is rotten to it's 

Core.