• more unfortunate breath
    one more weary sigh
    one more boy looks fondly on death
    and one perhaps will die
    its ok now,...
    its all right.
    let the tears fall black from my eyes
    its ok to let the pain show,
    to let the pain go
    before i fall from on high
    just to let my feet go from the pain of keeping me up.
    to fall angelic through the night
    the black water will be cold
    but it calls me
    i dont wanna be
    loved anymore
    not sorrowful as before
    i only search for acceptance
    that the dark waster
    offers in its embrace
    this is who i am