The cold creeps up me,
like cold fingers across my back,
death reaches out to me, haunting my dreams,
why now? Why me?
I haven't accomplished my goals,
to have a family of my own,
to do my bit for society,
to live.
Why now?
just five more years please,
please let me live,
please?
The coldness sweeps up my spine toward my brain,
my limbs grow cold,
my hand drops from your face,
goodbye, my love, death has taken me.
