...

Why do I have to cry?
Or perhaps shed a tear
I don't understand
I was never weak before

I forsake the evil in this world
For hurting me so
I'm shivering in the cold
... half-awake
... half-dead

Death is creeping
Through the break in the wall
I must not pity myself
But all the hatred in my heart burns

It strikes me like a blade
A blade so mightily forged
It irks me everytime I dare
To feel through the thundering pain

I should have let it go
Life is more precious
But now I realize its too late
Dark is taking me away

**081405 xncha