In Dead Of Night
By Parvulus Obscurum
In the snow i like to lie,
I cross my arms, I wait to die,
I watch the sky above my head,
I ask the clouds to take me dead,
And when I lie in bed awake,
I pray the loprd my soul to take,
But how many times am I ignored?
In life i'm hated, in death adored,
And so i say good night to you,
The ones who love me, so very few,
And as I drift into the night,
I pray the lord to end my fight,
to those who hate me, to those who don't,
I give to you, this poem i wrote,
I wish that you will see the light,
and think of me in dead of night...
