Death's cold hands left upon my throat
The mark of ends left in souls
The death toll high, uncountable
The numbers worthless in all eyes
Memories a sickness plaguing of heart
The deaths of spirits unknown to many
The hearts are lost and so many unfeeling
The lifeless depths of thoughtless cold
Thankful am I for my own deliverance
But spiteful is my mind of my loneliness
Of all I wish I'd not been spared
Dead am I in heart, another body on the floor
Crying inside but no tears come through
Dying inside from torments of hell
No existence I want if others have none
Deserve I to have my life gone from me
But unlucky am I to have it given back today
Saved from the physical, no end to my life
Burdened by the mental, unbearable strife
But given am I the burden and shall I bear it for all time.