Everything to lose, nothing to gain.
There is so very little that remains.
A soul of light has turned to dark.
It's now littered with cuts and scars.
Noting to gain, everything to lose.
Death is the only option to choose.
He walks by her...he takes her hand...
She looks at him and knows he understands.
Coldness rest upon the skin,
Only seeming to sink further within.
She sits by a fire, begging for warmth...
But she wont...can't...feel it anymore.
Now, there is nothing to lose...
Now is there everything to gain.
Death now has a daughter in his home...
And there...in his arms...she'll always remain.