as I die

bone weary, sky dreary eyes teary, I'm leery of queries done yearly where do I go, what do I do? who do I know, why is it true? I have no answers, I simply want sleep to have my anchor, drag me to the deep I have traveled far, feet bleeding I have seen much death, crows feeding with a sigh, here I lie, riding high, the end nigh say goodbye, as I die