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I see you standing by the door,
I see your finger and no more.
You point to me as if to say,
"Come hither, child, this is your day."
I see my breath rise through the sky,
I see you with my darkened eye.
My blood is boiling, my body is cold,
Am I so young? I feel so old.
Inside my bones are hallowed halls,
They're falling down like ancient walls.
I hear you coming closer still.
My heart is breaking, am I so ill?
The wind is heavy,
The noise, too loud!
I'm dying now,
Would she be proud?
So many things I could have done.
So much time to have such fun.
My stomach churns,
I'm so afraid.
So many bonds I could have made.
So much time for me and you,
but now that time is all but through.
I lay here, dying, all alone.
I feel his touch.
I turn to stone.
I don't recall green grass or sun,
I don't remember any fun.
All I recall is bitter hate,
of loneliness that is my fate.
It's darkness now...
I can't recall...Anything...At all.
I guess I'm done.
It's time to go.
I hear a voice,
and it says no.
Part of my brain is still alive,
It want's to live,
Want's to survive.
Can it be there's more to life?
Than hatred, bitterness, and empty strife?
I don't recall, could I foresee?
Any future happiness, for me?
It matters, not, the time is past.
Cold embrace, it came so fast.
I see one mourner, sat in chair.
I see her face, it's so unfair.
I turn to death, he looks at me,
All I see is misery.
"Come with me." He nod's his head.
"Oh, don't forget your very dead."
"It's what you wanted, is it not?"
"For your body just to rot?"
"Such a waste, I think you'll find."
"Such a waste of gifted mind."
"But now that's past, go through that door."
"And there you'll rest forevermore."
Emptiness is all I feel.
And now I'm gone...And this...Is real.
My brain is off,
My bodies smoke,
My soul is but an empty yoke.
Emptiness is all I feel...And emptiness...Is very real.
I see your finger and no more.
You point to me as if to say,
"Come hither, child, this is your day."
I see my breath rise through the sky,
I see you with my darkened eye.
My blood is boiling, my body is cold,
Am I so young? I feel so old.
Inside my bones are hallowed halls,
They're falling down like ancient walls.
I hear you coming closer still.
My heart is breaking, am I so ill?
The wind is heavy,
The noise, too loud!
I'm dying now,
Would she be proud?
So many things I could have done.
So much time to have such fun.
My stomach churns,
I'm so afraid.
So many bonds I could have made.
So much time for me and you,
but now that time is all but through.
I lay here, dying, all alone.
I feel his touch.
I turn to stone.
I don't recall green grass or sun,
I don't remember any fun.
All I recall is bitter hate,
of loneliness that is my fate.
It's darkness now...
I can't recall...Anything...At all.
I guess I'm done.
It's time to go.
I hear a voice,
and it says no.
Part of my brain is still alive,
It want's to live,
Want's to survive.
Can it be there's more to life?
Than hatred, bitterness, and empty strife?
I don't recall, could I foresee?
Any future happiness, for me?
It matters, not, the time is past.
Cold embrace, it came so fast.
I see one mourner, sat in chair.
I see her face, it's so unfair.
I turn to death, he looks at me,
All I see is misery.
"Come with me." He nod's his head.
"Oh, don't forget your very dead."
"It's what you wanted, is it not?"
"For your body just to rot?"
"Such a waste, I think you'll find."
"Such a waste of gifted mind."
"But now that's past, go through that door."
"And there you'll rest forevermore."
Emptiness is all I feel.
And now I'm gone...And this...Is real.
My brain is off,
My bodies smoke,
My soul is but an empty yoke.
Emptiness is all I feel...And emptiness...Is very real.