Stalking...

Sometimes, all one wants, is the end.

Death is silently stalking my every step, living life on the edge, 

ah the glory in knowing I am worthy of his time so how can I forget, 

all about the eager and hungry look on his face as I prepare to leap off this edge,

descending to nothingness and be forgotten, never to be remembered and finally be at peace,

I hate what life has done to me and I am sick of acting sweet when inside I am so rotten, 

I want to be cold and I want my release, fire in my eyes burning full of rage, 

all I want is the end... please, rattling on deaths lifeless cage, 

his dark form gazes upon me without pity, just take away my reality... take me far away, 

take away my day and lead me to the dark... where I will be nothing more then a lost thought...