Sonata of Death

Bloodstained blade forged with hate,
This bloodstained blade has sealed my fate.
I have no place left to go,
Pool of blood, melting snow.
It is cold, but I don’t care.
Gusts of sorrow fill this air.
This is where I wish to be,
Swallowed in darkness, eternally.
The Angel of Death has come for me,
Everyone else, just let me be.
Death please, just swing your scythe,
I want you to end my life.
When I’m gone, will they care?
Gusts of sorrow fill this air.