• I sit alone once again,
    Thinking of a lost life.
    The one I left behind.
    The one I wasted believing.
    Believing everything would get better.
    Believing love would find me.
    The darkness surrounds me,
    Turning love into hate.
    Making my lost heart black.
    When death is to come,
    I will not scream,
    I will not fight,
    I will do nothing, but smile.
    Smile at my own death.
    And all its glory.
    But with every doing,
    There is a decision to make.
    Will you save me?
    Or will you slay me?
    For now I am waiting,
    Standing in the water,
    My heart open for the slaughter,
    My whole pathetic life,
    Is now resting,
    In your cold hands.