• the darkness of cold breath beating down my neck
    only to see that no one was there
    just myself and nothing more

    to turn into the silence
    to see the echo in the room
    to see that i'm alone

    to feel the breath of death on my neck
    this making me not stop
    just to try to get warmth

    to see the sickle and the cold hand of one who may not speak
    but only shed a tear and go away
    this giving you shivers down the spine

    to give your hand away
    only to be rejected

    i cried for you
    but you left me alone....