Here she lies
On the cold, hard ground
Crying to the wind
Trying to make a sound
"Matches to light, if you've got a penny to spare"
A bundle of rags is what she is
Completely threadbare
The windows are aglow
With incandescent light
The townsfolk in merriment of Christmas night
"Matches to light, if you've got a penny to spare"
There's no one outside
To neither hear nor care
She lights a match for herself
In defeat
The match flickers and dies
Like the light from her eyes
"Matches to light, if you've got a penny to spare"
Her whispers stir
The chilly winter air

The cardboard box in the attic is shaking
In it you'll find a creature with no soul
When you open the box and stare inside
You'll find that it has stopped breathing
The wall behind it is looking down
Upon the rattling bundle of naked fear
The creature's hairs stand on end
In a rigid salute; no they won't bend
The dust is thick and filmy here
And no sound will ever reach your ear
But its feral urge to avenge its fate
Will not escape your wide-eyed state

A lifetime stuck in darkness
Will turn the sun restless too
So when the humans living downstairs
Who are much worse than you
Open the door to that ungodly world
The creature will let out a silent scream
And curse everything into oblivion
The slightest show of rebellion
Then a blink; the box resumes its shaking
The smell of fear stops the monsters from waking
And if by a mad whim,
you come across our attic you'll see
That this trembling creature is indeed me

After all these years
After all this time
I've reached the last chapter of my story
And I'm ready to face Hell's Jury
As I watch the sun go down
I know that my time is near
That time is of the essence
But I am calm and without fear
As I feel Death's presence
This life has given me
The great burden of wisdom
A burden that I'm ready
To trade for eternal freedom
A lust to know the unknown, I find,
Inside of me, it cannot be punctured
And after all to the well organised mind,
Death is but the next great adventure