The chill in the air
Turning us gray
My breath hangs befere me
As I turn to say
I wish you were dead
To this life
Because it doesn't love you
I wish you were dead
To this world
There's got to be better than this life so cruel
I whisper this prayer
To myself
Every night
To take me away
From this so called happy life
Each shallow breath
Each clink of a chain
Warns me of
Yet another day
The darkness is dying
With each candle I light
As I lay down
In the chill of my bed
The onslaught of light
Signals the end of my life
No more shall I dream of waking
The warmth that I feel
Must be death at the wheel
To take me away from this world of nothing
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