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