Dawn came too bright to hide me
from eyes born to peer and stare.
Too late, the light for all eyes to see
jagged wounds only mort could prepare

All movement is lost, not muscles, cold meat.
All blood now collects as ice water.
No hope for a heart too shattered to beat
for a terrified beast from the slaughter.

Blood black as coal, stands still as night,
now lies cold, the warmest of hearts.
No thought if the soul would ever take flight.
Never a fear from the start.

What fool speaks of death as sweetest release,
what meaningless philosophy.
Who expected this life just to cease.
No more hope here. There's nothing less free.