Eyes closed underground
No sound, no light seeping in,
Silence never disturbs the resting demons
While tears navigate their way
Down pale cheeks hiding pain
Flowing down past hearts
How many more cracks before it is broken?
My eyes gaze at all that I once knew
Now, it is no more, gone from my grasps
A reaching hand turned away from its wanting
Its longing to cling to what it knows
Silently hands shake
One cold grip meets the rest
My soul has already left years ago
Nothing left to greet heaven,
Thank God it's over
For how much more can one man take?
Life can be good, but it can hurt so badly
The price for living can be oh so high
But death is never melancholy
Wings gained,
This angel may have a rotting body,
But he found his peace at last
Never imagined he could ever hold a rainbow in his rotting flesh
No more blood flows from his open scars
No more words hanging from his bleeding lips...
For he needs not speak
For there is nothing left to be said
He has come to know a much better thing than life
Angels with their golden lips
Better than men with their hungry eyes
Light envelops him
Above the pain
Floating through clouds
Skin burns in rapture
The sky so blue reminds him of her tears
But she didn't love him
No one ever loved him
So he glides through the sky toward everything he hoped for
Nothing he could ever possess confined to life
Nothing that he truly ever wanted anyway
Societies dreams planted in his feeble mind
Now discarded for the truth has been revealed
Happiness that was thought to be only in his dreams
Now achieved through death he was finally free.
No sound, no light seeping in,
Silence never disturbs the resting demons
While tears navigate their way
Down pale cheeks hiding pain
Flowing down past hearts
How many more cracks before it is broken?
My eyes gaze at all that I once knew
Now, it is no more, gone from my grasps
A reaching hand turned away from its wanting
Its longing to cling to what it knows
Silently hands shake
One cold grip meets the rest
My soul has already left years ago
Nothing left to greet heaven,
Thank God it's over
For how much more can one man take?
Life can be good, but it can hurt so badly
The price for living can be oh so high
But death is never melancholy
Wings gained,
This angel may have a rotting body,
But he found his peace at last
Never imagined he could ever hold a rainbow in his rotting flesh
No more blood flows from his open scars
No more words hanging from his bleeding lips...
For he needs not speak
For there is nothing left to be said
He has come to know a much better thing than life
Angels with their golden lips
Better than men with their hungry eyes
Light envelops him
Above the pain
Floating through clouds
Skin burns in rapture
The sky so blue reminds him of her tears
But she didn't love him
No one ever loved him
So he glides through the sky toward everything he hoped for
Nothing he could ever possess confined to life
Nothing that he truly ever wanted anyway
Societies dreams planted in his feeble mind
Now discarded for the truth has been revealed
Happiness that was thought to be only in his dreams
Now achieved through death he was finally free.
monacataldo:
Is a song or a poem?
xeducatorx:
It's a poem.