With tears in my eyes,
With pain in my heart,
With a void in my soul,
I wait, I silently wait.
With a hunger in my body,
With a craving in my mind,
With lust flowing in my veins,
I wait, with the hunger increasing, I wait.
With a thirst on my parched tongue,
With a burning desire for my corpse,
With a fire burning my insides,
I wait, I wait for the boatman.
I wait for the blood to flow.
I wait for my soul to drain.
I wait for my heart to stop.
I wait for my lust to be satisfied.
The love-less life is not a living.
The lifeless existence holds no appeal.
The soul-less life has no meaning.
The end of it, the after life is awe-inspiring.
I wish for my veins to be slit open.
I wish for my mind to be shut down.
I wish for my breath to stop.
I wish and pray to the boatman.
The boatman, the grim-reaper, the harbinger
Of death and doom, I wait for.
I wait for a knock on my door.
I wait grimly for a sign from hell.
My love, when that moment comes,
When death knocks our door,
You hide and I'll protect you.
I'll greet him with open arms...
