I've been at the brink of death,
Felt the reaper's breath many times,
Compeling me, whispering me close
Everytime I see its ice blue eyes.
"Not this time, my love, didn't come for you"
And after all these years, I've become wise
After all these mistakes, all these lies
I've taken your advice, gotten control in life
He still hasn't left me, my reaper friend
I still see him sometimes,
passing through, we change a smile:
"One day, my love, one day I'll leave with you"
When its the end of times,
Upon your cold kiss, my soul will go on
To face the gods, to praise my worth
To revive with you in a different World
Where we are together,
Brining comfort in death, a lovers kiss.
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Memories
PoesiaFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
