10 August 2012
Lying here all by myself, Tears cascading down my cheek, Blood leaking out my wounds, Prepared for the never-ending sleep.
Some people call this sleep death, Others the end of their time, But I believe it's a never-ending sleep, My opinion is no crime.
My heartbeat was slowing, My throat was dry, A knife lay there, cruelly, In seconds I would die...
Never-Ending Sleep • Opuss № I