The sky is dark and clouded,
The day is old and forlorn.
The world is such a lonely place,
The night will not cease to mourn.
The day will not come,
The sun will not peek out its head.
The sunshine returns to its lair,
And coldness comes instead.
The gift of life has left my body,
And what I am, I am no more.
Instead of flesh, skin and blood,
Is pure ice, solid to the core.
This body has been torture,
It will not allow me away.
This torture has been painful,
Though it drags me through the day.
My mind has been lost in the mist,
My heart had lost its beat.
My eyes had lost their feeling,
And my hands had lost their heat.
And I am lost, with no way out,
As long as I remain this way.
And in this world I hate so much,
I'll still be waiting for the day.
And yet the day will never come,
The sun will never truly rise.
The world will never turn again,
The coldness will never fully demise.
You cannot see if your eyes are blind,
You cannot feel if your heart is stone,
You cannot hurt when you can't be injured,
You cannot lose a friend if you are alone.
I am not scared of dying,
And I will not be afraid.
I'd bet the place I'd go to,
Would be better than if I stayed.
And the question I will ask myself,
To keep myself from going numb,
Is will the day ever return,
Will the morning ever come?
