After The Moment

The sensory deprivation of which I live,
is one in which I hate to give.

I know no-one to call a friend,
but I won't be lonely in the end.

The call of death, I will happily embrace,
as my Heartless nature is expressed on my face.

And this may be the end,
I may recover,
And all this s***,
'cause I killed my lover.