I never cared, nor did I admire death...
There is no true divine aspect of such praise...
Let alone, living, with no existence to interpret, a meaningful loss...
Glad that I wasn't the one, that faced such cold hearts...
Changing like the seasons, past the informality, but caught at a moments loss...
Learning to adapt, after the presence of the Sun...
Where the moon shines bright, 311 is the catch, amber as rose...
Never knowing, what the future can hold, yet, yearning to move on...
Landslides, sinkholes, patterns, and the paradigm...
Shifting through the wind, with despair, an end to this analogy...
Cutting through the skin... into the bone... feeling the break hold...
Molded by disaster, transformed into a horror...
Begging for one more breathe... No demise can fool...
The trickster that knew, all so slow, to the climax...
Envisioning the wrath of God... but slow to start, what can't be held in these arms...
Mere fallacies set to the clock, dooms day doesn't want my heart....
Take me to that place, that never ends, near the meadows of these graves...
Bury me, follow me, take me, pray...
One more set on the rise, never saying any good byes...
Thanks, my heart is beating and taking it's last step...
These demons... won't stay away... No looking up...
When your dead...
