Song, © by Michaël Lessard, around 1994.*

I Await

[soft, slow and gloomy; pause at the commas]

I'm afraid to live, I seek the end,

my soul... awaits... the call to die.

In this time of waiting, I kiss... the night,

embracing this warm solitude.

[soft yet alive]

This life has no sense... all alone,

but I wait for something... to fall upon.

[soft, slow and gloomy]

I await... my extinction ;

my fall to oblivion ; my forever-sleep.

[more emotion and guts]

There's a sense to my life ! when I dream of death !

I'll give this child inside what he graves !

He screams inside !

[the rest is soft]

You'll never hear ; invisible little boy ; can you see his eyes.

Head down ; wings folded ; let him fall to the ground.

This light burns me and hurts like hell,

[very low and undertoned] and someday the darkness will take me away.

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* Copyright - The text above cannot be used in whole or in part without the consent of Michaël Lessard responding to miclesgeo[at]yahoo.com or 1-418-254-6448 (no.225). If both the e-mail and phone number fail, this means I have died and you must ask the living person in charge of my belongings (refer to the Quebec-Canada government).

Hint : I would like some of my texts to be used by actual bands.