My lungs respond, but there's no air,
As I struggle to survive,
It hurts to know that they don't care,
Whether or not I stay alive.
...
The soul which endures cruelty,
Shall forever stand as stone.
As the perpetrator, in the end,
Shall be put to death and die alone.
...
Endless Sleep
My lungs respond, but there's no air,
As I struggle to survive,
It hurts to know that they don't care,
Whether or not I stay alive.
The world is growing dark now,
As I drift toward the light.
I want to cry out somehow;
If I had the strength, I might.
I feel like I am falling,
Into a great abyss.
I hear past loved ones calling,
As I taste Death's tender kiss.
Finally, I have found some peace;
My soul is God's to keep.
I have finally gained release,
By slipping into endless sleep.