So dark and cold

The fear of letting the people you love

Slip through your fingers

As darkness encloses them

They're gasping for air

But their lungs fill with gassy poisen

Their heart

Settles into andante

Their hands are steady as their world is in flux

Reaching for the murder weapon

Hands gripping tightly around the bottle of liquid fatality

Deep breath in

They lift the poisen to their lips

Pausing just for a moment

Considering what they are about to do

But the way they see it

They're already dead

They have been for months

It's finially time for their body to follow suit

Poisen fills the mouth of this victim

It stings all the way down their throat

The heart plunges

Ritardando

Then it stops

The song is over

Just another casuality of this cruel world