Lost in the moonlight, searching, I feel the icy touch of his skin, fear fades as the dark night deepens, a silent calm spreads within. Sorrow and sadness seep away, out into the darkness, far beyond, his cold touch reminds me, I am his, to this cold heart, I now belong. Without a word, he knows I am ready, I won't cry. I won't feel. I won't suffer, I have lived my last days in this hell, "take this life, curse me with another".