My octaves slowly disappear into air
Sings the same song since the day
They came with candlesticks in hand
As if they were putting my soul to sleep
The choirs have began
Church bands heard all through out town
As they open the doors
To let others in
Mother weeps
Sister starts to fade
But still I sing octaves so high
That the soprano screech of the tea pot
Can't top me
Someone look at me I'm here....
I'm here..,
I wave in my snow globe
As the snow begins to settle on my skin
Sending shivers up my spine enough to cause a avalanche
But still they hear me not
So soon the snow begins to melt
And water begin to rise
Slowly I fade into the depths of the ocean
Waves being to calm and the salt begins to clear
No sting of comfort in my eye
The one that reminds me that I'm still here
That I feel
And the worst thing has come into play
My soul in numb
My heart has lost its beat
No music flows within me
My body now nothing but a vessel
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Whispers To The Stars
PoésieGone Five... Five seconds is all it takes Four... Four seconds is all I have Three... Three seconds to say you love me Two.... Two seconds to say goodbye One.... One second before I WAS
