The Living End

Whisper to me the lullabye that can put me to rest. What 
sweet secrets do you scream? (death comes to me). His 
symtpoms arise of a chance to end this suffering.
I can't see my time with these ocular lesions draining my 
soul. One last dance with the children before this harsh 
winters comes.
"Go into the ground", [it whispers] this winter whispers to
 me.