• Bring to me the warmth of a frozen sun,

    let rain clouds smother the skies of my world,

    where I walk amongst the ashes,

    as dead leaves fall from the trees of my heart.



    Tears fall like unholy angels,

    singing a song of desperation as

    they fall from the eyes of their maker.



    Stilled in darkness my life passes by,

    as the time clock of shadows ticks away at my life.

    Inside I can hear my desperate soul crying,

    this is the end of me,

    this is the dying. . .