The end has come, the final act..
The curtains draw to a close as my hands grow cold.
Cold as a whisper from the lips of a liar,
Cold as the silence of children..
Cold as a cloud in the sky of my last desire..
Of my final hopes and dreams..
So here I am left alone and bitter,
Contemplating reality in my dreams..
Please hallow my thinking,
And allow me to breathe again..
Give me the pleasure in knowing my past is dead..
Give me the peace of mind I need..
To make it through the present..
Give me the help,
The tolerance,
The patience.. And give me..
The nerve..
To exist.
