So deep and tight the hands of death, reaching grabbing to take you into it's slumber.
How steril and stale the smell in the hospital corrador.
Pale, so very fragile, how can a human being look so helpless as you do now?
How can a human being feel so helpless as I?
I can't take you from this, can't pull away the awful wires that plug into you as if humanity is lost.
God are there no spells against death.

In this room where humanity is mocked and tarnished and violated,
by the man made monsters that keep you in pain.
We keep you in pain don't we. Because we don't want to let you leave?
How can a human being be so selfish as I?
Please can't you forgive me, I can't forgive myself. I am ever unwilling to grant you sweet rest.
And I can't conjure a spell against death.

Sick and twisted, what kind of person allows these things? What kind of person am I to hold on?
But what kind of place will the world be without you?
The sun to my darkness, the laughter to my angst, how can I say goodbye?
How can I let go of a part of me?
I need to be strong, need to let you go free now. A kiss and a sob and a nod because I can do this.
Someone once told me the soul is eternal.
Maybe there is a spell against death.
Goodnight