The Cost Of Nothingness

On a moonless night  
In the deep abyss  
The stars offered him eternal sleep  
"Will it hurt?", he asked

  
The river cold runs unending  
It beckoned him for a kiss  
Staring at his own reflection  
He sees no worth in that person  
So, come, come now and take it  
Take the cold river's offer without a doubt

  
The clear skies pushed her dark clouds away,  
but there was no sunshine, no warmth, no comfort  
It was rather an invitation  
An extending hand, cold yet dry  
He reached for it to grab on, he heard whispers to let it go  


A promise made, to be broken not  
At the end of it all is a rope in a knot  
Suspended with it was the last breath
The light fades as he gracefully danced with Death

On a moonless night
In the deep abyss
The stars whispered,  
"No, not for you - but for everyone who loved you."