3am? Guess it’s time to hear another pitch from death,

With what I’m feeling right now, I just might become a statistic.

A different night, the same lucid dream,

A different day, the same desire to escape reality.

Why does death appear to be enticing?

Or is she just a gateway to a better incarnation?

Mankind can’t even fathom her beauty,

Because they think she’s ever so menacing.

But she’s my only chance to numb the pain,

And finally start relaxing, finding solace again.

“Lutendo, don’t worry, it’s only a matter of time

Till you’re gone,” and then you’ll see,

That no one liked you all along, yeah, I know.

In this world, all I needed was safety,

But I couldn’t even fathom that.

GOD COULD YOU TAKE ME ALREADY?

Number one on your list is where you should place me.

My tainted soul shouldn’t even be considered worthy.

Yet, in darkness, I search for the light,

And hold on to hope, through the endless night.