In the middle night, I toss and turn wide awake
I am missing you so much you never known, in my bloodcurdling scream
While my whole heart slowly bleeds and I can’t even survive the break
Breaking of my bloody core, is this a really bad, terrible dream?
But no, I hold your pillow in my shaking weak and feeble arms
Crying over you have gone to the Holy Above, whilst I think it is a nightmare
Being alone in the middle of the night, I quiet lying to myself and then I self harm
Bleeding from my wrists, all covered with my own blood, this is so unfair
The culprit is the gory sharp knife that is just laying there on the floor
I must of cut my own artery open and my blood is spurting out
I am losing a lot of my blood and energy to do some more
I am beginning to beg to God, with frustration my voice starts to shout
Take me to see my Angel in the Holy Land I need to see him again
Everything is getting darker now and my sight is starting to get blurry
Soon I will get rid of all my horrible intertwining feelings and my pain
Nobody knows where I am, now I want to see my Angel in a hurry