I've heard of a beautiful thing named death,
the moment all pain ends, a last taken breath,
a plea for destruction, a lifeless deduction,
a reason for people to care.
I've pondered a concept no one understands,
the story to tell of a dead marching band,
their music still rings in the ears of a million souls.
A heart that's been shattered and never lost count
of the times it's felt special, and then was ripped out,
replaced by a memory faint as the afternoon stars.
The loss of a loved one is painful and endless,
the mark left on your heart will leave you defenseless,
you're constantly looking for comfort in places they walked.
I've heard of a beautiful thing named death,
I've cried about magical things like death,
A bittersweet ending to all our pretending is what I desire to live...
Until it begins.
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PoetryI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
