(He feels numb, lost in time) (Hears whispers of a world in an endless night) (But he won't miss the life he had) If this is really death, then it's not so bad Sister dear, I never dreamed that I would find you In the light of the dying day I see the tears reflect the light upon you And it's been so long since I've seen your face Faced with the dark, I once chose wisely I felt the light and it felt good But three years, and I don't know what happened But something changed in me He feels numb, lost in time Hears whispers of a world in an endless night But he won't miss the life he had If this is really death, then it's not so bad Fed to the crows, they picked my bones And left my body to decay at the whipping post I can still see the blood running through my hands And if I had another chance to live, I think I'd rather be dead I won't sleep well continuing these poems Some of the things to remember The ghosts from the past want to find me What do you see? He feels numb, lost in time Hears whispers of a world in an endless night But he won't miss the life he had If this is really death then it's not so bad