I woke up to this heavy heart,
In pain but used to it,
I know I was broken apart,
No mend to it.
I slouches towards the warm light,
Reaching my salvation,
But the warmth didn’t ignite,
This dead, frozen damnation.
The praying mat called,
For my heavy heart, my bleeding pain,
Tears fallen, pain paused
She comforts me, in times of vain
I begged my creator,
For the ending chapter,
Take my life no more later,
Than it should be more better.
White Knight 