The Worst Is Yet to Come

These words have slipped again.
Stitch the lips of the mouth that murmurs them.
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
There's still time to wake up.
Get out while you still can speak.

This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches [bad word] out.
The wounds won't heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?

So, I'm fearing... The worse is yet [bad word] 
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.

This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches [bad word] out.
The wounds won't heal themselves.
Is this embedded status permanent?

So, I'm fearing... The worse is yet [bad word] 
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.

These shoulders are too weak to carry anymore.
My will is too weak to carry on