Your Schizophrenia - Never To Wake Up

I wandered on the moors
Bewitched by spell of raven
I'm disappointed in my hopes
I felt the deepest grief of heaven

I wanted to lie down in the mud
I didn't beg for mercy
My throat were full of blood
Rain makes the air smell earthy

I lost all the words
I gave my silence
To a grave of broken oaths
And faded flowers

I wished never to wake up
Tears came to my sore eyes
I'm at war against my life
But reconciled with sorrow