The Dying

The Dying
The light will fade in this day of sorrow.
a black candle shines before my eyes.
my thoughts are lonely and empty.
tired i stare into the burning bright flame.
all light will cease. it's just a matter of time.
the day, the candle, the sun and the stars.
The dying is waiting for the fall.
the dying will leave the world without a hope in the
blackest dawn.
I drift away into the flame.
the candle is burning weaker.
now it's almost gone and i meet the fear that i've hidden
from.
the ashes of torture fills the ground.
a blood red sky has turned to black.
like everything will.
The dying is waiting for the fall.
the dying will leave the world without a hope in the
blackest dawn.