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Till Death Rings


You said nothing was worse than losing the one you love 

I lie here dying while you take yourself apart like a house of cards 

The light fades from my eyes whiles yours are burning brightly 

My lively finger prints look like ripples but will soon become dead waves

Our yellow, black, pale and hectic red becomes the blood light that flickers 

As death turns over another page 

My tears fall in my heart as rain falls on the town 

You were all I needed to inject me with desire 

There was no funeral bell but by tea time I was dead 

Though it stuns you to say it aloud, never forget rememberance has a rear and front 

 

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