Like Me...
The soft spring rain gently falls to the ground in each
Dead drop that escaped from the starry
Heavens above damping the ground giving
Up life to keep this one going. The sky darkened and grey filled with
More misery, hate and despair, crying tear drops on this already
Dead land in witch no one can bare…
What has taken life of this land once lush and green?
My only answer is the decay of time and fall’s cold touch, breathing
In everything bright and clean and exhaling deathly winds making
Fall the leafs of green. Talking life of bright, pure things leaving them
Odd color orange, black and yellow, my heart dies in the spring…
But brought back to life by the sounds of dead fallen leafs and slowly
My eyes ease open to the sight of my dieing kingdom…
The one thing I always loved, preparing itself for the winters dead silent’s
Of everything once thought mean, now dead, cold and silent.
My place of thought now open with all the things of rot, my kingdom
Is dead and left in only one thought… the thought of your beauty dieing
Once again to breath life into me yet, I see you slowly fading through time
Of things untouched and leaving paths walked yet without a trace of your
Self ever being there, of ever being here. I sing only to you my haunted,
Twisted songs… for you are my life, death and rebirth, you gave me
Pleasure, pain and happier thoughts… that on my death day, you will
Be standing in my shadows painted black
Smiling softly ever so sweet.
And yet your only wish… is to be dead like me
By: Amber
The soft spring rain gently falls to the ground in each
Dead drop that escaped from the starry
Heavens above damping the ground giving
Up life to keep this one going. The sky darkened and grey filled with
More misery, hate and despair, crying tear drops on this already
Dead land in witch no one can bare…
What has taken life of this land once lush and green?
My only answer is the decay of time and fall’s cold touch, breathing
In everything bright and clean and exhaling deathly winds making
Fall the leafs of green. Talking life of bright, pure things leaving them
Odd color orange, black and yellow, my heart dies in the spring…
But brought back to life by the sounds of dead fallen leafs and slowly
My eyes ease open to the sight of my dieing kingdom…
The one thing I always loved, preparing itself for the winters dead silent’s
Of everything once thought mean, now dead, cold and silent.
My place of thought now open with all the things of rot, my kingdom
Is dead and left in only one thought… the thought of your beauty dieing
Once again to breath life into me yet, I see you slowly fading through time
Of things untouched and leaving paths walked yet without a trace of your
Self ever being there, of ever being here. I sing only to you my haunted,
Twisted songs… for you are my life, death and rebirth, you gave me
Pleasure, pain and happier thoughts… that on my death day, you will
Be standing in my shadows painted black
Smiling softly ever so sweet.
And yet your only wish… is to be dead like me
By: Amber
