It's the soft wind against my hair
the light breeze against my face...

Darkness,
My friend...

Sometimes I feel I'm on a boat,
Floating far away...

Death,
Burned...

I hate the fact I'm sad
I always thought I'd never give in...

I gaze up at a star,
As I sit on the beach...

On the cold day,
Beyond the trees...

The shadow creeps along the ground,
The soul, waiting to be found...

With each kiss
of ice...

Screams pierce the night
ripping me from my sleep...

Falling endlessly,
Into a pit of darkness, to a place...

Ever feel like,
There's somewhere else...