She hears the darkness calling,
It's ringing in her ear.
Drops of red are falling,
But there is no fear.
In her hand she holds a knife,
Shining brightly in the sun.
In the end there is no strife,
Because this battle is won.
She is not the winner,
But at least there is an end.
She cries for herself the sinner,
Who only needed a friend.
While she sits the darkness comes,
Like a shadow through the night.
IN the corner she waits and hums,
Filled with pain and fright.
The end is near,
She can feel it.
The shadows will lear,
Her soul they will steal it.
Death is gripping tighter,
Like a noose around her neck.
She used to be a fighter,
Before she turned into a wreck.
No time left to say good-bye,
But would they really care?
It was time for her soul to fly,
Fly far far away from there.
