Pick Me!

My dark melody, Come steal my soul, Repeat the siren's song, Come achieve your goal. Tune thy ashen harps, Angels of black death, Play the dead to sleep, May they finally rest. The clouds had come to cry, Like statues that mourn forever, Tears that fall from above, Turn fine skies into gloomy weather. Such a pitiful sight, That even heaven mourns, The pain that never ends, Seem to renew each dawn. Take me away, Lead me with your scythe, Lets cross the river, Styx, And leave behind this life. Attempt after attempt, That failed time and time again, I can't seem to descend, Could it possibly be? That Death himself doesn't want me?