A Cry In The Dark

Nights are long and lonely,

My soul grows numb and cold,

I go on the terrible journey

To when I am old.

Nights are bleak and empty,

No stars shine.

The world has life aplenty,

But one death, mine.

It’s the price one pays for living,

Becoming walking dead.

Each day the axe is swinging,

It swings to take my head.

The further down this road I go,

The colder I become,

Then Sergeant Death will embrace me

And my journeying will be done.