What is it like…to reach the end?

Close my eyes, look inside of me,
The darkness covered everything;
It hides the wounds which can’t be healed.
Each second draws me closer to the end,
And suddenly I know – there's no need to pretend.

I’ve been watching birds flying
To a faraway land,
I’ve seen the snow falling
On the grey bare ground;
The sky’s like a stone,
And the sun is gone.
I observe the moon shining
All night long, all alone…

Just what is it like – to die in winter
And never hear the first sounds of spring?
What is it like – to be damned forever,
To be unforgiven, to break my own wings?

Why am I not strong enough
To quit the game which I have lost?
Why is this line always
Too difficult to cross?..