In the somber cold, I lay awake.
My hear torn, and tears run down my face.
Surrounded by the darkness,
I though left so long ago.
I am torn, between fantasy and reality.
The heartbeat just a memory,
That made my heart grow sound.
Everything torn, ripped at the seams.
To die would be the greatest gift,
Although I must move on.
My soul tired and wiry.
My heart torn, and shattered.
The somber cold keeps me awake.
The sorrow soon just another memory,
From the blood and darkness around me.
I lie awake in the somber cold.
My heart torn, and shattered,
While tears run down my face.
