No life left inside these bones;
Within I'm fading, growing cold.
Feeling weaker, losing hold,
lying here, my heart, it cries,
it grows weaker, then it dies.
Without love, life is wasted,
as I cry, blood is tasted.
Torn and broken, my body waits,
in a world, that God narrates.
In this world will I stay forever,
I wish to solve this endeavour.
Hate is forgotten, but not lost,
like my heart, cloaked with frost;
Stone cold, from life's mistakes.
Tired and broken, this body aches.
Still I rest alone, waiting to die.
Quietly listening to the rain,
while hearing my own spirit cry.
