Tuesday, 1 October 2013

As I Die

I breathe water, I drink air.
The world is mine, none to spare.
But what will come when time is spent?
Am I alone, will I relent?
Ticking memories, passing cries.
I breathe water, I drink air.
The world is mine, none to spare.
But what will come when time is spent?
Am I alone, will I relent?
Ticking memories, passing cries.
This world is mine, inherit flies.
And yet I find myself at peace.
This sweet surrender, my death release.
Hot as ice, frozen steam.
I walk the rungs, my fingers clean.
The flesh in which I lived so long,
It’s melted off, my unheard song.
Sing to me, my dying light.
Hollow sounds, tortured night.
Before I’d worried where you’d gone.
But here you rise before the dawn.
By: Yours Truly
This world is mine, inherit flies.
And yet I find myself at peace.
This sweet surrender, my death release.
Hot as ice, frozen steam.
I walk the rungs, my fingers clean.
The flesh in which I lived so long,
It’s melted off, my unheard song.
Sing to me, my dying light.
Hollow sounds, tortured night.
Before I’d worried where you’d gone.
But here you rise before the dawn.
By: Yours Truly

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