In the Dawn of November

The first time I died, a cold and distant night So far I can’t remember. The proceeding days would never look the same In the dawn of November. Existence is pain, I don’t care what they say. I can’t fight anymore. I’ve lain awake too long to carry on. Please let me go. The following death, I thought I caught my breath, Standing tall, just like a stone. I died once again, a death without an end, Melted away into the snow. Oh! Existence is pain enough to drive you insane. I can’t fight anymore. I’ve lain awake too long to carry on. The next time I die, I’ll face the other side. I pray for the void of forever. The proceeding days will never be the same In the dawn of November. Existence is pain. Everyone is insane. I can’t fight anymore. I’ve lain awake too long to carry on. Please let me go. Please let me go. Please let me sleep. Please let me go. Please let me go.

Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026