To cope with the unknown…
the thought of which chills me to the bone
And it forces me to be alone
but then it home, the realization that “solitude is freedom” 
and one day, you and me will be one!
And then one day there’ll be no one
No one to call your own, like melting in the snow? (Lol I know it doesn’t make sense)
Doe a deer a female deer
A rumbling sound disrupts the atmosphere
Tonight is the night of the hunter
so I even break the lights arround her
as I watch her weep and wallow I await the hunter’s arrival, as he feeds of eternal fear and sorrow
Wearing a tuxedo with a bow…
because I want to look nice before I go 
OT: This is some weird person we’re imagining here. Some girl who’s wearing a tux, crying in the dark whilst waiting for some hunter to kill her 
So we women wanna go, plea the taff guy to go so
for tomorrow there shall be ‘no more sorrow’
An awful smells is stinking up the room.
Waiting for you to come through…
Clear away the emptiness and make me feel new
I will shed my skin, and let you see my bones