DEATH

the rain is falling harder
the sky is growing darker
its a wicked, cold night
i wiish i could walk in the park

the night is when i really live
but the days are getting longer
the sun is blindin, exposing
i wish that i were stronger

i can deal with the blackest nights
and the wind blowing colder
my life has made me this way
even now that i'm older

i'm slowly dying inside
there's not much to say
the world is slowly parting
as i quickly fade away

does it matter anymore?
it all makes me wonder
is there really anything else?
what is the point in this?