• Death whispers to me,
    In the most seductive tone,
    But I don't listen,
    I don't respond,
    I can't make a sound,
    My throat grows dry,
    And he can't hear my cry,

    I want to cry out,
    So he can help me,
    But I can't,
    My voice is gone,
    Should I have said those things to the ones I loved?
    I don't know, I can't think,
    And my mind goes blank,

    I attempt my cry one last time,
    As I go weak,
    And I grow weary of my sad life,
    So I cried "Please take me!"


    I wish Death would listen,
    So he could steal my life for me,
    But Karma's a b***h,
    And Death is a jerk!

    So I must live on,
    Though my soul is gone.