Today I have seen the ever growing shadows
That torment my little black heart
I wish I could say they scare me

Why can't I say I am afraid to die?

Though the light at the end of this life tunnel diminishes
I power forward as if I really had something to live for
For recently I found I have a waning faith I thought had gone

Is there such thing as faith in having faith?

The moon casts it's sidelong glance upon the hill
I smoke my stale cigarette in the cold
Thoughts tickle my head in bursts like prisms

What is there left for me to die for?