Death Of Me

 Here alone I stand, beneath these weeping trees

I cannot hear your screams, they echo silently

A tremor leaves me helpless and I can hardly breathe

Imagination draws me in; I feel your skin on me

I’m lost within your agony, your pain imprisons me

But deep within my heart I don’t wish to be free

Your beautiful soulless eyes they can no longer see

This darkness you’ve created, this thing that I perceive

Cold and lost you cry out encompassed by your grief

You know not what you have become or what it means for me

But I’ve already seen this scene its secret I'll reveal

For this thing you have become will be the death of me.