I feel the reaper's sweet caress drift around my...
And feel that now would be the time that i should...

Each and every time i hear it
Leaves another painful slit...

Cold fingers close around my heart,
stopping it mid-beat...

The beauteous view laid out before
The sight could make a dead heart soar...

No, you're wrong, you can't be right
No way will I give up this fight...

I'm not in the right frame of mind
to write how I feel...

Conflicting feelings
Self loathing and self hate...

Roaming through a wasteland, swimming through...
Reaching for a helping hand, that just isn't there...

I sit and think of you, my Beauteous Vision
That I barely see and am sorely missing...

Each breath I take, it wracks my lungs
In torment, bittersweet...

My heart is crushed beneath my breast
I cant complain its done its best...

We have to write
To set things right...