Death to those who
are self loving and bitter
and wish to be alone.
Alone is to die alone,
As I lay here waiting for sleep to take me I hear a sound
The sound of glass shattering, confused am I
Struck with fear of dying I begin crying
Then I see a dark figure standing in my room
As I fall into the abyss,
I close my eyes and ask myself, 'Am I gonna die? '
Falling, I am falling
I hear someone calling,
Lost am I in a haze of mist. I can't see, blinded am I. Help, won't someone help me? A single tear slides down my face as I realize this might be the end. Then I see you, clad in all black and eyes outline with black, my gothic knight in shining armour. You approach me with a bloody smile on your face for you have slain my pursuers. I walk towards you, without caution for I trust you. But something seems amiss. Something is wrong, but what? Now we are face to face, hardly any space between you and I.