She waits in the night,
For him to come.
The one who can fix her,
Despite what she's become.
She swears to herself,
That it's the right thing to do.
She has no strength,
Nothing left to lose.
The scars on the surface,
Have long since healed.
But the scars on her heart,
Could never be more real.
There's hate in her eyes,
Pain in her heart.
The girl who once cared too much,
Was a mind apart.
So he comes to her,
In the dead of the night.
I guess that's why they call it dead,
Because she'll never see daylight.
He wraps his fingers,
Tightly around her throat.
Leaving marks of her misery,
Her last words they wrote.
Slipping from consciousness,
She reaches for the light.
To erase her from this world,
And make everything right.
Her heart slows,
As she struggles for a breath.
She welcomed the man,
Whose name was Death.
