All the time while being alive we wonder if there...
Though we come to know of the answers thereafter...
The day I died
was like no other...
I'm looking for me all around
But I'm nowhere to be found...
I just walked through the door, going to lock it
A blade in my pocket...
An Angel soared down from the Heavens Today and...
She said "Where Can i Find the one whose Eyes...
Pain
Bleeding...
Everything feels like a dream
she wants to wake up...
I'm face down in this puddle
A puddle of my own blood...
Can you tell that death is near
but wonder why there is no fear...
Sleeping in wakefulness,
Drifting away...
I like the repetition of 'Darling' in the piece...
The demons are already inside starting to awake
Starting to replace all that made me who I am...