12 November 2012
Lost without a purpose, Led astray in the night, No signs of ending, Help me to the light.
Creatures scratch at my ankles, I cling to the closest tree, my struggle is useless, I just can't break free.
Figures of black close in on me, fear without a face, Will anyone miss me, gone without a trace.
As I look around, my body is found cold on the ground.
In my hand there is a gun, did I really end it all? How can I believe this dream, was this my final call?
Cold As Night • Opuss № I