The sweet release
I bid to rise
It will not please
To me, I call the time
I pause.
The sweet silence
Oh how I pray for more.
Why must all this violence
**** those in all their core?
I bid to thee,
"Why can't I flee
to see the mournful sky?"
I pause.
His silence kills me slowly,
Small breaths and simple sighs
I try my best
to just know why.

The carriage falls,
I've fallen ill.
My mother calls,
But to him I will.
I weep and whimper
"Save me please!"
But his laughs escape
And kills me under.
The sweet release
Oh how I pray for more.