Final Dance

Again, I'm alone, I'm high as a kite

It's a habit of mine, I do it most nights

Four days no sleep, you'd think that I'd tire

But I can't get away, I'm lost in the mire

Sorrow and ire form webs in the sky

As nearer I get to the day that I die

Somber this sounds, but peace is near

For death destroys pain, destroys hate, destroys fear

-RubberSoul