domokunlovesyou

To the extent, of living this life. The Grim Reaper visited me, cutting the rope with his scythe. Woked up in a world of cold dark mornings. I hear your pain, the agony and cries of mournings. I never got to say goodbye, but be happy for me instead. Waste not a precious diamond, Smile, while I'm lying here cold on my death bed.

Winter had passed and here comes bonnie Spring! Brought by the endearing zephyrs of time, With lover's luck ceased under her flossed wing. Spring! A berried season of starting o'er with the wind and tree, in harmony, sways and end the demure heart's silent sober. But, I say not hello to bonnie spring, Perplexed by the strife of pride and loving And heavy fumes of sighs that gawky sings. Goodbye, Bonnie Spring! To live is to die! To thaw the crystal, a once winsome shard, Is to grieve under the hallowed night sky.

Might as well see the emptiness; Of a soul that wanders just about, Of a heart that bleeds weariness, and of a mind that's full of doubt. To sit under a cloud of blue, Purify oneself and forget, Bemused of what is false or true, That leaves nothing but woe – regret.

The hallowed stars up in the sky They thresh about with twinkling eye Asking me what it's like to die So I answered them, with a sigh. I shed a tear and softly spoke, Grasping on to a thin white string. With a quick hand, I gently stroked, Lonely little hearts, starts to sing.