Dreaming a dream
Of a warmer place
Were the blackened moon won’t reach me
Were the angels don’t sing with a mourning tune
And shadows don’t creep underneath the dune

Hoping for the darkness to fade
And for a little bit of light
To shine through my dark and rainy day
Oh, I wish it would obey

But still I sit
In my darkest shroud
Wanting to se a whiter cloud

I cut my arm in desperate extacy
Saw the blood, seeping
And fell on my knees sleeping

When I woke up
I wished for my hart to stop.