Here I sit, ah this black chalice
so alone, and silence embracing my
every thought,every emotion.
So sufficating and lonely this crushing
wind capturing my every breath,bathed in
nothingness every lasting misery
ah, such a horrid pain I believe I have become
the pain itself.
My chest getting tighter,
air getting thinner,
my heart beats skipping,
blood forever binding,
ah this sweet yet bitter sensation
what could it be?
The eyes in the oh so elusive shadows begin to beckon
what could it be this sweet yet bitter sensation
it captures my very soul, my very essence, my very being
so it is said death is this visitor or a short thirll
ah so sweet yet bitter this sensation.