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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #2005834
suicide. and its resolve
the song is silence
it is as death
Unending the quiet is a dream
or is it

you see angels
who have come
have come for thee
to take thee

to where they must
for you are dead
we have forgiven you
for being untrue

to the god of the living
for you wish to die
shed not a tear
for you were not sincere

to he god of the living
the song is heard
The song is death
It carries you

the quiet folds its arms about you
upon deaf ears
they make not a sound
say not a word

the quiet falls
for they do not fear
as they draw near
the song has begun again

My friend speak to me
not
for theirs can not hear
the song is silence
it is content

it is what is meant
silence folds it hands about me
holds me\
I have been sent it is not for me

I stand before god
and pray
he will not have his say
or so I pray

soft as a song
form the heart
it carries with it the art
that speaks of balm

that makes the lover's swoon
beneath the silvery moon
darkness ascends
makes it my friend

it makes the heart
yearn to be
with thee
Father death take me

danger is not to be understood
it does not world of good
to love
one who is thee

holdf the key
to life
be free
take to the air

have not a care
as it is a mystery to me
why you wished to die
I cry for living not the dead

The song is not long
it folds its melody about me
please. allow me to be
what I must be

beauty sweet
beauty that I must see
she smiles at me
she wishes to capture my soul

to hold me
she will not let me be
she says, come to me
beauty that is

is before the gates of heaven
never to pass
I have drawn near
to be witn thee

The song that rises into the summer's air
as the birds awaken
to come to thee
that is before thee

black wings as soft as a summers balm
it is that calm
that speaks of the dream
that can not be

that is
the gentle words fall
as tears from thy lovers eyes
and thy anguish from thy lover's lips
it speaks to the god of death

to be reprieved
but can not be
god can not give us a repreive
it allows us to see

heaven stands before us
but we were not just
there is no trust
there can not be


we can not enter
the silence ois solemn
as is the hopes we dreamt
we are no long content

the silence speaks to us
of fear
it is as if we are
siting on a scared star

the silences holds us
enbraced in this common place
we look and do not see peace
we have not wished


what we have done
what we have become
it is thee
my angel

she is once
her form is forever
but it is never
the dream

that we see
it does not change
it is a song
that must not be

we are forewarned
her form does not change
it must not be
set us free

the dream she holds me
folds its hands about my form
as I grow old
she does not

she is a dream
the song we have heard is time
it is no crime
that it is time


the song is not a moment long
but an eternity
we pity
the players you and me

it carries it forward
it is unable to go back
she is the dream
that stands before me


she is immortal
it is her fee
That she summons thee
to be with thee

the time
my friend is the time
it is no crime
that has been broken

It advances forward
never back
unending
father and lady death

I come to thee
I know thy can not set me free
I know I can not go back
My lord, I lay down and wonder why

We must die
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