These cold hands wrap around my throat squeezing the very last drop of hope that was within me.
Those cold dead eyes lock with mine and I feel the piercing sting of death and hopelessness burn through my soul like a cigarette burn on my skin.
I'm so tired I just lay there and feel my body become numb and isolated from my mind.

How I wish the bullet would just shatter my skull like ashes across the ocean. Where is my lover that is the angel of death?
Where are you to set me free from this lamp with no light they call life.
Come take to the grave and break my soul over the altar, set me on fire and let whatever was left me be the smoke that remain in the smoke that goes to sky and eventually fades.