One thing leads to another,
Then there's nothing left to say,
Will I ever recover,
To see the light of day?
What's the use of praying,
To he who weilds the sword?
My prayers go unaswered,
They just keep being ignored.
All I do is keep holding on,
And never letting go,
Across the strings my life is played,
By the grace of the deathly bow.
But the final chorus has been and gone,
Why am I still here?
I've met my end, and had my share,
It's time to dissapear.
But the next day comes, and the next day goes,
Still no one notices me,
I scream, I jump, I cry and shout,
But still they struggle to see.
I reach out, and watch them weep,
What're they weeping for?
In that moment all is clear,
And I collapse upon the floor.
I remember the car, the fatal crash,
One I never survived,
All this time, and all these months,
I'd been the one that died.
My voice is never heard, my prescence never felt,
Never the mark upon the floor,
Is shown from where I've knelt.
No matter how much I scream or cry,
I'm still being ignored.
And still my prayers go left unnoticed,
By the man who weilds the sword.
I shall never recover,
Nor see the light of day,
The nightmare lives on forever,
And will not go away.
So this is it my dear, I'm left to sit and cry,
My life was ripped from me,
And I never got to say goodbye...

Hm, what do you think? And yes, I'm asking you. A person who I am fortunate enough to have stumbled into my opuss-L