The blade my guide, I take it in stride.
It had to be, death, silent screams.
Friends long have gone, all hopes withdrawn.
The tears I embrace, my company in pain.
The end I taste, nothing left to face.
Depressed and alone, I gaze upon my stone.
This decision I make, my life will soon change.
Hopes and dreams have gone awry, Sing to me this Gothic Lullaby.