I had a dream..I had to scream...I had to let it go
I felt the lava hot on my cheeks... as the tears flow

There is a deep abyss inside my head..filled with tears of mine
Darker than the darkest night....a nightmare of brine

There is no rhythm or any rhyme.. no beautiful song of life
The heart bleeds to a lonely death...each beat sharp as a knife

And then he beckons...he who knows....the man with the rusty scythe
I know its foolish to give in to him...give up without a fight

But what ends sooner is always better...all things do have to end
This is what it all comes to...to embrace my only true friend