As I lay dying
I merely want
A sweet melody
From where I'm lying
Whether short and sweet
Or long and mellow
It would surely comfort
More than dead fellow
God squeezes my lungs
The air bleeds through
My wound continues bleeding
My bruises shine blue
The warmth I have
Is like the sweet melody
Charming and loving
It is a part of me
Sing to me, my love
I want nothing more
To be with you
Forevermore
My eyes refuse to see
My warmth is leaving me
Please sing to me
I wish to be free
YOU ARE READING
One Shots
РазноеRandom bits of story lore from my books or pieces of writings from concepts I've written down but never expanded upon, it'll all be collected here. It's a strange collection of works, but this randomness makes this special. Cover was created using...
