in the sweetness of the morning air
and the light that touches the garden
i look at you as your calm smile
says all the words that need to be said

the morning air that breathes of life
the warm rays that break the mist of night
the smell of coffee mixing in its vibrant rousing aroma
makes it a perfect day to rise

leave not a rose in my grave
need not sing my praise and memory
tributes mean nothing to the dead
so save your tears for i am gone
for time has devoured me

i am in pain
yet i have no mouth
but still i must scream
into the darkness of the night
without a howl for help
that is what every man
who knew the end is coming
people ignore the signs i give
for i have no mouth to speak
and if i had none shall hear
or heed my warnings
but i will meet the end
with a smile knowing
the sun shall shine bright again
regardless that if i may see its rays
or not if it passes my grave
that i tried to resist and change the course
to which our destiny lies

artist are tortured souls
manic emotions left to ink and paint
transforming pain of their mundane tormented life
into ecstatic beauty expressed so vividly
that leaves us all in speechless and awe

The victim of men's lusts and rage,
a woman drunk from sorrows pain.
Where your sanity was lost in a daze,
what thoughts ran through her mind,
with the gun she borrowed?

What beauty they kept hidden,
this sad world will never know.
Secret treasures forever buried now,
when you took your own life,
to be free and nothing more.

we were never meant to be
a fleeting mistake
that lasted some what centuries