How many are from pain
How many are from sorrow
When I was just a boy I thought I was insane
And wanted only no more tomorrows
Instead they came like a flood
I was never whole
With my being bleeding out
White from loss of blood
And now
Foam
The waves breaking
Sleeping in coma
Never waking
Again
Charon waits for me
Upon the river Styx
Asks me for the toll
After a world
Filled with lies
Existence never stops
Sucking out
Every bit of my soul
So I have no coins
For my eyes
