How will you be living;
when the darkness comes?
Will you be happily in love;
or cold and alone?
These moments when you feel,
that you don't belong.
Those feelings,
that everything is wrong.
What will you do,
when the darkness comes?
Will you run or will you hide?
Might you smile and go for the ride?
To give your life;
to be free from all strife.
An alacrity to die;
looking into darkened eyes.
How will your life end,
when the darkness comes?
Will you take my hand,
together at last; may we stand?
Feeling me pulling you closer;
to feel my cold dead kiss.
Something you never felt,
life you will no longer miss.
Will you accept me,
when the darkness comes?
Will you run from me, or will you stand?
Will you smile and take my hand?
To be together,
for one last breath.
As our love,
fades to death...
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