~Death
The beauty of the end is knowing the pain stops
The skeletons in your closet return to their graves
And you are no longer deafened by the ticking of the clock
Your eyes no longer spill the hurt that manifest inside
Your sleeves no longer bare the job of being there to hide
The scars you drew like little lines the flowers soon emerge
You close your eyes and hold your breath
Under water you submerge
You feel the weight
Start to elevate
And the numbness start to fade
But by the time you realise
It’s all but just too late
~Death
The beauty of the end is knowing the pain stops
The skeletons in your closet return to their graves
And you are no longer deafened by the ticking of the clock
Your eyes no longer spill the hurt that manifest inside
Your sleeves no longer bare the job of being there to hide
The scars you drew like little lines the flowers soon emerge
You close your eyes and hold your breath
Under water you submerge
You feel the weight
Start to elevate
And the numbness start to fade
But by the time you realise
It’s all but just too late
Cold
My heart was a desert.
It was only when your love flowed in like a river
Then dried back up leaving a valley in its midst
Did I realise how thirsty I truly was.