I Can Feel Myself Dying

I can feel myself dying,
It's an odd thing to see,
Each time another piece of me dies,
I begin to embrace the darkness around me.

To drift into a dreamland,
Never returning from the trip,
The hallowed screams of my faded soul, weep,
Weeping from the river of blood flowing so thick.

The river was created by the unforgivable acts,
Things that drain a caring persons essence and twists,
Even during the time when the hate is dormant,
And a false love shines through the mists.

I can feel myself dying,
Maybe this night will hold true,
What can be going through your head,
When you honestly wish death upon you?