As I speak the darkness is filling the light
A darkness filled with nothing but fright
Fright of the world that is outside 
A fright of the world that is inside

My days are numbered
Soon they will be no more
I see that darkness is knocking at my door.

My darkness is life,
Filled with nothing but fright.
Fright of the world that I will never see,
Fright of the pain that is inside of me.

I look for the fright inside of me,
It tracks back  too far to see.
A travel too far into the past,
To look for pain that it will never pass.

My pain is too much to for one person to bear,
Drugs have failed and so has care.
The care of others has always failed,
The tears in my eyes will explain - show that tale.

I tried to end my pain already,
The scars on my skin will show you plenty,
Now I try once more,
So that my pain will be no more.






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