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.