It's the soft wind against my hair
the light breeze against my face...

Darkness,
My friend...

Sometimes I feel I'm on a boat,
Floating far away...

Death,
Burned...

I hate the fact I'm sad
I always thought I'd never give in...

I gaze up at a star,
As I sit on the beach...

Screams pierce the night
ripping me from my sleep...

With each kiss
of ice...

Ever feel like,
There's somewhere else...

Falling endlessly,
Into a pit of darkness, to a place...

On the cold day,
Beyond the trees...

The shadow creeps along the ground,
The soul, waiting to be found...