i fell from the end of my rope
all my words are blood, i choke
my breath was dry and stale
i pick up pieces of frozen smoke
in a room so cold i feel frail
i cant feel the ground beneath my feet
i think this is it..
i think this is defeat...
then i feel the wind
and the grass it starts to grow
it melts the ice as it brushes through my toes
the moon then shows its face
what can all this mean
its given me some light 
in the darkness so obscene 
i shiver all my regrets
i  feel the the heat of the moon reflect
i climb from the hole I'm in and see
 everyone there i love
my voice cracks out to show I'm there
but I'm ignored, I feel bare
and everyone starts crying
i look around and wonder why
i try to find what made them cry
and then i see the coffin

i go to peek at who's inside
i feel the need to see who died

And its Me