Beckon My Death...

Constantly I Crave...
I Crave for the Grave,
Silence me reaper,
Deaths cold slumber,

Everyday is winter,
Everything but summer,
Like meat in the freezer,
Lifeless would be so much easier,

I'm not cut out for this world,
Shall I make it in the other,
I do not belong here,
Forgive me... Mother,

Do not worry now,
I'm better off this way,
So to death I bow,
No more pain filled Days.