here I am,
in my dark mind,
existing in a world,
of dead dreams,
everything is looking
so lovely, and gleam,
but the dark eclipses,
all that is seen,
and the grim reapers,
whispers in my ears,
come victor,
has it not become clear?
you want me, my dear,
but even in this dark,
you can't have my love,
your time is not now,
the earth is not ready,
for the return of your blood,
so,you, will either,
find peace, or die,
while you live