• The shadows fill my very core,
    I cannot feel anymore.
    The darkness came,
    I cannot see im all alone inside of me.

    The light is gone,
    Its pitch black.
    There is no sound,
    I cannot hear, all I hear is my own fear.

    The room is blank,
    At least I think.
    The room is dank, I hate the smell.

    Death is coming I just know,
    I the movement in my very soul.

    I will die, or am I already dead.
    All I know is the darkness and dread.

    I am sick with my mind and in my body,
    I want to stop suffering,
    I want my freedom from my own hell,
    My brain is dead and starting to swell.

    Kill me now, while im unaware.
    Break me no from these things I fear.
    I want to die bring the wings of death, to my side and devour my soul.