This is the way that I should go,
Crying out into the deep unknown.
I've lived life out in the open.
Not a single emotion left unhidden.
Now that chance is still to hold,
Another day left out in the cold.
No warm hand to thrill me.
No last breath to save me.
Falling steady into sleep,
my mind drifts so I can't wake,
to nothing more but a sheer still,
of everything else but my own will.
The hard truth is dull and it's plain,
"Nothing can hurt what a man's made".
How I wish I was like that,
No more pain and I know that I feel bad.
Hoping for a warm hand to help,
waking me up so I can be myself.
But the day will never come,
As the icy death enters my lungs.
One more breath before I go,
If there's anything you should know,
It's come my time to submerge.
I guess now I've finally been heard.