Written just before brain surgery.
Charcoal skies, hotter than hell. My eyes are open, but it's hard to tell. Give Me a blanket. I'm so cold. I had a vision. A vision of "old". And I know I will be brave, but I fear I can't be saved. I'm leaving the planet. Dreamless nights and infinite days. Blinding lights and hospital trays. Give Me a blanket. I'm so cold. I had a vision. A vision of "old". And I know I will be brave, but I fear I can't be saved. I'm leaving the planet. © Steven A. Iannetti (ASCAP)
