It hides under the dark night.
Do you feel the power of the blackness?
What is wrong is now so right.
Give me a reason to live through this mess.

The spirit wishes to die, to let go.
To the end of it all, who will cry?
Tired souls, wanting just to go.
Hoping for a thread, a reason why.

The old withered face looks to the sky.
Tears glisting on the edge of nowhere.
Tired souls ready to leave...to fly.
Into the hell of blackness that's everywhere.

Can you hear it...listen now if you will.
The flap of black night wings that fly.
Be quiet and oh so still.....
A soul has passed, slowly has died.
........That soul is me........