Cold Dark Night

Sleeping in bed,
Your face in my head.
But it's pale and cold,
And in ways it looks old.

Your eyes are closed,
Your hands are open.
Your plainly posed,
A straight outline from a pen.

Your lying perfectly still,
And thats when I click in.
You must of taken the pill,
Decided to store yourself in a bin.

I scream in agony,
Look around and see your family.
They're looking at me slowly losing my mind,
Because your body is dead in a casket I find.

They point their fingers,
And lay the blame.
I wish you'd be one of those dead ringers,
Yet nothing would be the same.

A short while later,
After the heartache and depression.
We are in the same theater,
And as I walk up I understand the dead expressions.

I have taken the pill,
My body is cold and dead.
In a casket I now lay still,
Because it was my fault they said.

I wake up and touch my face,
It was all a nightmare.
And I feel the wetness in my space,
Because I was sure that I was really there.

On this Cold Dark Night,
Nothing will be the same.
But I won't let you end the fight,
Because your more that just another name.