Beneath the world shrouded in cloud.
I live a life, alone and in agonizing state of pain.
After days of torment, being alone has taken a toll as I sit beneath this oak under a crying sky.
Free me from life and experience everlasting silence, or suffer upon a world I'm rejected on.

A Crying Sky, all we can do is try
Melancholy weather, frost bitten soul all I can do is end this existence I call a life

Beneath the world shrouded in cold
My body sits under the oak
my candle falls over, and strikes the ground. Burning the falling leaves...
a representation of me falling to my knees. The tree of demise is burning a everlasting flame
For I am dead now.
All under a Crying sky.