Death Within
Carlos da Silva

Come, slowly
And tell me,
That the dream is dead and hope is gone
That the future is a deep black hole
And life is pain.
Come, slowly
Don't be afraid
To brake me, to smother me
To kill me within.
Come, and I'll look at you
And I'll laugh
Of pain
Of the emptiness inside
Of the endless nights
And of the nightmare of being
I look at the sky and tears roll down
Like waves
In a sea
Of me.

Sometimes I just want to spread my arms and fly

Death within is the worst kind of death.