So Cold (Between Two Worlds)

Life's beloved embrace upon my soul's wearied vessel numbs;

Her tender affection surrenders me unto the bitter arms of Demise.

I yearn for her delightful warmth;

The heavenly sound of her pulsating heart within her soft bosom;

Her amaranthine smile upon her nurturing countenance;

Her angelic tongue whispering sweet words in my ear.

Still I pray for Darkness to reap my still breathing corpse of its spirit,

To rip the faintly beating core of my being from within my breast.

I ache for Decease to rid me of my mortal suffering;

Oh how I lust for Destruction to drop the curtain upon my seemingly endless misery.

Open your cold arms to me and embrace my self oh charming Death.