Death is not a beautiful thing.
Just the though of it makes my heart quicken.
What lies beyond, deep into the abyss.
It's dark when my eyes close.
Thoughts of an everlasting nightmare
Thoughts of is this life a ddream
What of religion I have it yet I have it not
Is what I chose to believe right or wrong
I'm scared of hell, of the unknown, of being unknown, of being alone
My girlish fantasies of true love are unfulfilled
No Ambition and No Defined Purpose
No one has come for me yet
What more could ther possibly be to learn
Must I find myself to be at peace.