  fog does creep and tears do rain from angel eyes they all do reap they're all hell bent on my demise i crave the sweet taste of suicide but in the end it is not me to descide the willow weeps as millions die my body creeps and my mother cries a painful world a hedious life devoid of girl yet full of strife nothing to live for but no reason to die they all want more but why should i vie? persistance is the key for good things come to those who wait there is still more i wish to see death will just have to wait 
