The End of Things

Is that a voice calling me softly? Nothing in here is quite how it seems Is that a whisper's touch or my fear? Am I awake or lost in old dreams? Everything's so cold, the air is so stale There should be nothing here to see Is this a warning like in the black book? There can be no one else but me I see a darker shade of darkness I hear a shadow hide in the light I feel a suffocating tension Within a terrible desire Everything's so cold, the air is so stale There should be nothing here to fear But I hear breathing, a child's laughter Can any part of this be real? Everything I work for Everything I long for is always just too far Everything I hope for never comes to be Everything I bleed for burns a scar on me Everything I fight for leaves a bitter taste Everything I cry for laughs into my face Everything I scream for barely knows my name Everything I'd die for will die just the same In here with me Is this the truth of your forgiveness? Are you the stranger stood at my door? Are you the end of things come calling? Are you the answer that I've wished for? Everything's so cold, the air is so stale And there is nothing here but me If I belong here and this is mercy Then there's no place I'd rather be Everything I worked for Everything I longed for was always just too far Everything I hoped for never came to be Everything I bled for burned a scar on me Everything I fought for left a bitter taste Everything I cried for laughed into my face Everything I screamed for barely knew my name Everything I died for died just the same In here with me