I tried to make it go away.
This feeling that keeps haunting me.
It lives inside of me,
this fear, that haunts me.

I prefer to be alone in this darkness.
I prefer not to be at all.
It is easier when you are forgotten,
cause then I can be me.

Not judged.
Not feared.
Not hated.
Just me.

I live alone, in a world of dreams,
that never come true.
Trying to escape the fear that is inside.
A fear of Death.

But Death shall release the pain,
and make it clean and pure for the world to see.
To see me and judge me.
To make of me as they please.

A rag doll of society, molding myself according to.
Maybe Death shall release me from this misery.
The fallen angel, shall not be pleased, when it sees me.
A comrad of the sea.
I am hear to collect my dowry, and leave, for Death calls me,to sleep.
I can only fear myself, for Death be not my own.