How old is it,the tittle is in descrite.
Often we be missing you
behaving in an unlikely manner,
how far can it be,shouting and screaming.
Death! Death!! When?...
Though we havin't reached,atleast this time we laughed and giggled.
Those sounds and colours
so pointless to ask for forgiveness,
fearless of whats to come next
atleast we said..."Rest In Peace"
With our voices will tell our differences.
Remember my tears would be invisible,
darkness pilled up along the pathway glowing mysterically,
How old is it,the tittle is indescite
and i'll be missing you
for these moments i spend alone,
depressful days uttering words of my conscience...
Your gone and i'm left alone,
I would be silent,thinking what a delicate memory.
I would be crying,
my tears triumphantly emerge
i would be missing you,
dear friend your not forgotten,
so beware,keep a watchful eye,
for i will hold you dearest when we meet again
somewhere else from here.
The clock is ticking times runing out,
counting down slowly saying welcome to my story.
When is thy who said it was mine just so nice,
vigorously it tense my emotions,
feeling said yet its not a journey to an end.
Thou thee has a historical lie,shall thy see the truth to my personal lesh,
What?...dounting each second,
a year it stands when it renders flaring from a long distance.
Whom shall thee be named thou thy hav to speak in phrases it remaind...
bell sounds even when sundays have been left,
the chorus to an end.
The clock keeps tingiling my ears,
when will it end,
what suggestion do you have?
it eased for a while meanwhile i said,
enough!...
i felt that touch it never last
thou it continued time and time and again screaming like a worrior,
battling to an End,
enough said it was a light i could not contain
thou it spread through within it never stopped...
his heart stiffined like a solid rock.
Patient,listen thy who believed relieved,
thee sweaped our minds and heart pounded like he who laid there.
Walking away for he came to rest,
wondering if heaven really existed good by...silent
