My Dark World...

The night was falling
And the stars are show up
My heart is still weak and cold
I try to be defeated with the shadow

But I can’t
Is this the only way I can find my true love?
Sitting here all alone
Watching the stars

Hoping for the sign
The night was falling slowly
And the stars are show up
And my cold heart still searching for something

My lonely soul is lost in the darkness
Try to find the way home
I've lost who i love, but this broken heart
I still see you in my dreams

My love is belonging nowhere
There is nothing to do with it
I am just a shadow
Who is always hidden from the light

My cold heart still trys to find something
All these years I cannot find my way home
After all these years I only see pain, nothing else
My cold heart is lost in the shadows, again

These black tears I cry they are forgotten forever
I will never find someone like you
I miss you so bad
I miss your touch

Where are you, my love?
I wish you were here with me tonight
I want to feel you love, again
Please, take me away with you

To the heaven
I want to be with you forever
Will it ever happen?
Looking at the night falling slowly

And the stars have shown up
Here I am
Sitting here all alone
Waiting for something

I lay down here
Waiting to death comes for me
And then I can find my peace in my heart
And go feel at peace, alone.

But my cold heart is still inside me
I cannot defeat the cold
Who will always follow my dreams and my darkened heart
So, my love

Bring me to life
The Moon is slowly wake me up
And then in my dreams I feel your cold touch
They feel...

So sweet
So cold
So tender
I am yours, even though you dont love me

Now and forever.

His face is a time piece
His life is a book
But the pages lie darkened
For there's no-one to look

At times he was happy
At times, even glad
But now all his memories,
to a one; they are sad

Yet still he breathes in
and still he breathes out
As he fights for each breath,
and death hangs about

He hurts with each movement
and gets no relief
Still he refuses to surrender
and fights for surcease

Not one person visits
or asks after him
As he struggles on vainly
in a fight he cant win

Finally a shadow
begins to encroach
And a hooded dark servent
prepares his dark coach

A breeze softly rises
Theres a scent on the air
Though his eyes do not see,
he knows death is there

His heart starts to race
as his breath; it turns sour
He knows he'll have passed
Within this; his last hour

The figure moves closer
and bends to its task
As he lies dying
alone in the dark

With a final glance
he raises his fist
Then he dies in his bed
for no-one to miss