The flash of steel
A crimson tide
No pain do I feel
My eyes open wide
I feel as though I should be feeling something
Some remorse, some sadness, some guilt
Yet in me there is nothing
Like a flower in the winter, so has my soul done wilt
It just has gotten too much
To be the accursed leader
But my nature has been such
Now I go to meet the reaper
Now everything is fading
My breath comes in shallow gasps
I see Death there, just waiting
My suddenly hoarse voice just rasps
Suddenly, I am scared
I've decided I don't want to leave
But it's too late; Death hasn't cared
Hasn't listened to my last pleas
Now I am all alone
As I feel I have been since I came
No courage have I shown
They'll never be the same
High above, circle the crows
As I write the final letter
The last line of my poem goes
"Even Death is better"
A crimson tide
No pain do I feel
My eyes open wide
I feel as though I should be feeling something
Some remorse, some sadness, some guilt
Yet in me there is nothing
Like a flower in the winter, so has my soul done wilt
It just has gotten too much
To be the accursed leader
But my nature has been such
Now I go to meet the reaper
Now everything is fading
My breath comes in shallow gasps
I see Death there, just waiting
My suddenly hoarse voice just rasps
Suddenly, I am scared
I've decided I don't want to leave
But it's too late; Death hasn't cared
Hasn't listened to my last pleas
Now I am all alone
As I feel I have been since I came
No courage have I shown
They'll never be the same
High above, circle the crows
As I write the final letter
The last line of my poem goes
"Even Death is better"
