The Lachrymal Sleep

Useless numb existence I breathe
My tired limbs crawling through mud

Sickening clamour from bodies so still
Weakened by each moment I breathe

Let me slip into hiding,
Let me dream one final dream

In this coffin of light
In which I live, kills my will
To feel alive,
I beg you to help me through

Red colours the broken
Embodies the snow,
I bleed with the cold