My death.
Closing eyes of death is the sight the mind puts in a dark corner. We were never meant to remember. The sad part is we create a new version of death.
Kiss the lips covered in blood. Bright red, so kissable.
Arms of the soul reaches for you heart and all you can do is relax into unholy hands.
They slowly steal your life, smile its almost over.
They think them crazy as the bullet goes through the brain. All that goes through your life as you ask yourself, "Do I believe in god." I will not say because I do or don't. I will say yes to make you shoot.
I won't cry. I refuse to let you scare me. I say to bid a farewell and smile as death's eyes open to watch another life that once so special turn to dust. Don't put my body in the box. Keep your roses, and save the river for something else.
Don't scream in pain, I won't hear it. Save your tears, I will not see them. The sun will decide to shine or to hide. The rain, beautiful in its cold cleanse can come or go. The sky is my mind at this point, so open and clear. The curve of the world will be my smile.
Peaceful, the wind will be my harmony. The music of life will be my heart. The sea, so full yet heartless will be the empty part of me. Fire will all its passion and light will my love.
My body; now ashes, will fly around this earth, seeing all the wonders of the world.
That will be me.
The death of me.
Kiss the lips covered in blood. Bright red, so kissable.
Arms of the soul reaches for you heart and all you can do is relax into unholy hands.
They slowly steal your life, smile its almost over.
They think them crazy as the bullet goes through the brain. All that goes through your life as you ask yourself, "Do I believe in god." I will not say because I do or don't. I will say yes to make you shoot.
I won't cry. I refuse to let you scare me. I say to bid a farewell and smile as death's eyes open to watch another life that once so special turn to dust. Don't put my body in the box. Keep your roses, and save the river for something else.
Don't scream in pain, I won't hear it. Save your tears, I will not see them. The sun will decide to shine or to hide. The rain, beautiful in its cold cleanse can come or go. The sky is my mind at this point, so open and clear. The curve of the world will be my smile.
Peaceful, the wind will be my harmony. The music of life will be my heart. The sea, so full yet heartless will be the empty part of me. Fire will all its passion and light will my love.
My body; now ashes, will fly around this earth, seeing all the wonders of the world.
That will be me.
The death of me.