Reaching out, from beyond He's dying to be killed Screaming out, without a sound The pain, it's in his eyes Without a thought,his mind goes blank, Blind stare confesses weakness Rotting bones, decaying flesh Makes him look almost human Utters something only he understands Watching, waiting, for the death of this stranger That clings to life desperately Forcing air into his lungs Confused, he loosens his grip As his mind slowly drifts away Reality faces day after day Screams in his darkness, his way, he can not find A time to live, a time to die
You don't want to see his end As if this wasn't it now He takes a look into his past And hopes this breath will be his last You've fisnished the cycle you started at birth When the Pains start to subside Fewer are the tears they will cry They visit Christmas, birthdays too... And when there's nothing much to do The visits become less frequent And the flowers become Delinquent Whomeever visited the last few times Join the dead under the pines Time has taken its toll And your body resembles coal Your life's now meaningless in your grave The weeds on top you wouldn't save