If you could see into my head

You would honestly know my souls dead,

It died late at night

And made the angels take fight,

My heart is as cold as a piece of ice

This hunts me down and makes me not nice,

I would try to change my evil ways

But mostly I exist in a self induced daze,

I have lost touch with sanity

And no longer have any dreams of any vanity,

I hear your words crying on the wind

And continue to live life with only sin,

As the darkness never joins the light

I will give in and not even fight,

Do you know what I mean

I tell you life is a empty dream,

The reaper calls out my simple name

I know I won’t leave here without shame,

So if you ever read my withered stone

Knock twice you never know if I will be home……………

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