The 11th Hour

i wait alone in this black room, weaving death before my eyes. I wait for you to set me free, impatiently watching as life dies. I hold deaths hand as softly he sings, stopping my breath i thought only your name. you never heard me, for you never believed, so i fell to death, and you never came. I searched for the answer, and i searched for truth... i only found death as i had no faith to see, i cried so hard when death called my name... and it was then that i knew it was too late for me.