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(inspired by @earthbound, others have done them also, so those authors as well.) Twinkle twinkle little star, I already know what you are.
As my body lies here broken. And i'm caried to the light. My creator's word has been spoken. I can no longer continue to fight. I rise up thinking i'm dreaming. But realy I have just died.
Everybody dies. No denying that we All come to an end, Say your goodbyes. Sometimes no chance To say that, sometimes Death just creeps its advance.
When I was fourteen, my younger sister died. I think the reason it fucked us all up so much was that no one knew there was anything wrong with her.
I dreamt a lovely, wise old man died. It was in a grand old building with a large hall, being used for some full dress and black tie celebration.
I'm scared at the fact I might not wake up in the morning. I'm scared at the fact I might not see the beautiful sun dawning. I'm scared at the fact that I might not be able to dream anymore.
I feel like I can't breathe, Like I'm drowning in the air, I feel so weak and vulnerable, This feeling is rare.
If death could scream, Would it reflect hell. Or a heavenly dream. Maybe a supernatural spell.
- A version that was meant To be sung- The sun goes down, The stars come out and all that counts is here and now, I'm glad you came, So spend the time with me because time is slipping away, Stay...
#OpussWings Open wings, fly away, Far from this cursed land. Take me away from mundane life, Fly me to a life that's grand. Let me soar among the rooftops, Let me fly among the clouds.
Emerge from the chrysalis, body brand new. Discover a dazzling world to view. Unfurling wings that, til now, never flew, You flitter on breezes through skies soft and blue.
As I take my last breath. Upon this earth. I look to the heavens. And remember what I have done. Looking back fills me with dread. Memories of death and destruction. Not once did I stop to think.
No life is ever equal to that if another, not because one is better than another but because if the quality if that life. This is because of potential and experience.
While you read this. Away goes your time. I think is a crime. That this has to rhyme. Just takes away more time. But here it goes. What time shows. Tick-tock. Says the clock. Cutting away your life.
Life is a strange thing. You're only here for a while and then you're gone again. All your questions ignored and unanswered. The point of existence, still a mystery.
It can't been seen or felt. It can't be heard or smelt. It just lingers in the air. A presence just there. By day it lays dormant. By night relishes in torment. It seeks out a soul. To make it whole.
Old. No I'll never be old Young forever A piece of gold Never a Golden oldie Age gracefully With time. Now that would Just be crossing The granny line I like a challenge Maybe a potion.
Stop a moment.. Wait and hush - Do you hear the steady rush Of seconds fleeting... Burning up. I try to scoop them in my cup; Moments dribble From my eyes... No time for tears. Don't sympathise.
I want wings. Like an angel. The freedom it brings. So I can fly. Up so high. So I can forget. That one day I will die. If I can reach a cloud. I won't hear a sound.
The candles heart listens. To my outpour on life. I seek it's warmth now. Gathering all it's light. Attentively it hears me. In all my sweet glory. Kissing every word of mine.
Omg!.
A bucket list, what would I want to do before I die. Well firstly, and most of all, I'd want to say goodbye.
We drift through life like plastic bags in the wind, finding ourselves compelled on a course known to no-one but the anonymous forces that make each of us their toys.
When you fell From the ladder, From the pedestal Of my unrealistic expectation, It was a revelation. The sound of your Bones breaking, With a deafening whisper, A reality check.