Meet You

Sweetly, warmly.
How it used to be.
I want you here,
lay next to me.

It doesn't matter.
It's all ending again.
I just thought things could be okay.
Holding your hand.

Clutching for support.
Clutching for life.
Raptured of life.
It ends tonight.

With each breath I take,
the black becomes a deep shade.
The waters of death,
within them I wade.

Basicly will is done,
pain reaches it's end.
Nothing else to say.
Don't forget me, friend.

One last gulp of air,
remembering it well.
I'm dying here, all alone.
I'll meet you in hell.