Am I dead?
No not yet...

I know you are there for me,
but does it have to be this way...

Mother nature is our creator
but who will our destroyer be...

She pictures her death,
her bitter sweet death...

In the Darkness,
In the Shadows...

Normally i will stare,
Normally i will dare...

Feel my pain as I felt yours,
Re-awaken the spirits that you ignored...

Free, as a bird;
I think not...

I caught you, I saw you,
You were looking right at me...

I slowly take them within my hand,
Pressing them delicately to my skin...

My morning noon,
Or my midnight sun...

Terrible things you have done,
End it now...