Lamento Agónico (Poema Es Tiempo de Partir)

It's time to leave, to leave everything behind, to flee
As if time were running out every moment
As if the days passed without any reason
Everything continues apparently, everything goes
As it should around

And maybe death now means nothing
The moment is coming, it's approaching. And maybe now
I'm not ready, I only see it coming like
A foreign shadow, like a cruel executioner; who
Has fun at the guillotine

Oh woe is me, I won't even know what in those last
Moments really happened, the icy edge will pierce
The skin tearing my throat, blood will splatter like
An endless fountain everywhere

The penetrating weight of the blade will dismember my bones
Veins and arteries as it ravages the cervical region
And in a fragile movement as the guillotine in one
Swift stroke dismembers my head. Everything will start to darken
Slowly, everything will calm down like an unknown peace

Everything will freeze in fractions of a second
Everything will stop in its tracks, everything will end
In a breath I remember dying