• As I walk around in the dead of winter, as I remember
    I close my eyes and listen to the wind blow me ‘bout
    My eyes water from the harsh blows against my face
    As I walk alone, I seem to break away from society

    My thoughts escape as my breath dries from my lungs
    I look around and start to cry of the memories of you
    Alone I break; killing the pain that is within me once again
    As I look into the past, the nightmares return vividly

    I cry to myself: I will make it go away, can’t be here no more…
    I continue to walk alone in the shadows of dreams
    The stars peak through the swift clouds above; the night grows colder
    My hearts accrues to the bleak of darkness; my hearts dies within me

    The snow falls down as the sudden death gropes its snare
    Choking on memories of value; dying from the world of daily torment
    My soul crushed from the winters’ toll; my tears, icicles, fasten to my cheeks
    Conjuring the evil of Hell; laughing at myself for decadence’s worth

    The twinge just tolerable, but faintly stronger than the vise of death
    Instantly my endurance quickly fades into the shadows of Hell
    My body starts to depart this life of torment and pain to a place I call home
    Day and night, the same story, the story of…Hell

    Each day that I walk in the mortal realm, the closer I am to death
    Each step heavier than the last; the puzzle of life becoming more incomplete
    The image falling apart before mere men of inhumane justices
    Crying to be damned from the world of living to the world of Hell

    Alone I break; killing the society around me, but time stands frozen
    Life will cease as I walk along; death no longer feared, but praised in Hell
    I will make it go away, can’t be here no more…
    Alone I seem to break…


    For this was just a ‘mare, but a tale of veracity, a tale of a life, of Hell
    A tale of mysterious life in Hell, which resurrects everyday
    A tale of trepidation life; a post-closure of death in this Hell