I look up into the sky, her face ashen with grief,
chisled features broken, into a cruel relief,
and I gaze upon the stars, white with the pall of death,
and I struggle hard to take, another halting breath;
but my heart's convictions die, choking on my beliefs...

my voice constricts inside me, the wind rasps in my throat,
I scream but no words come out, a quiet, grisly misquote,
my eyes dart about, frightful, looking for a way out,
I'm blind, and all I see is... the fog floating about;
and all that comes of my voice, are hideous mis-notes...

cold wraps itself around me, and chills me to the bone,
soflty slipping sweetnesses, whisp'ring to me alone,
and death calls to me softly, asking me to join her,
in her eternal slumber, in the endless ether;
and she'll carrass me softly, and stifle all my moans...

and death calls to me softly, an offer to escape
from false friends, lies and liars, the emotional rape
and I ponder the offer, and it's implications,
death offers me full course love, not emotional rations
she offers me her heart which... from off the floor she scrapes...

I decide to accept her... offer and fade away,
she lifts me up and carries... my limp soul from the fray,
and I'm hurt and I'm bleeding, but she halts the bloodflow,
holds my heart still, from pumping, my spilled blood stains the snow,
my pulse fades down to zero, slowly ... I end my days ...
 
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