• The pain of one's death huants me still,
    attacking and draining my will.
    The sorrow of death never dies,
    it hangs over me like dreary skies.

    I will always remeber the pain,
    to others I am but a worthless stain.
    This pain destroys me more every day,
    it'll make sure I pay.

    For my weakness I lost the one that gave me life,
    I feel as if I was stabbed in the heart with a knife.
    I put up walls to hide my emotions for no one to see,
    not every I hold the key.

    So much sorrow comes with death,
    I fell I have nothing left.
    Life is never fair,
    Life is never to spare.

    Darkness follows me everywhere I go,
    I can not escape the woe.
    It's grip grows stronger and stronger,
    as I feel I can continue no longer.