What makes us human?
Is it the never ending barrage of emotions?
The communities we have
The families we grow
The lives we live

We have enslaved
And have fought wars
We have built cities
And have torn people down to their cores

We have tamed beasts
And have left them homeless
And while we feast
We leave many hopeless

Perhaps it's time we take a step back
And realize that maybe
What makes us human
Is the compassion we lack

Death proposed to me last night

We met
In a field of branwen
Not a soul in sight
Just them
Silhouetted in shadows and sorrows
Within the murky black night

Death proposed to me last night

they kissed my hand
And asked if I
Would like to be
their lovely bride

Death proposed to me last night

I intertwined
their hand in mine
As I rapturously whispered
Yes
I will be your wife

Death proposed to me last night

they pulled me close
And wrapped their cloak
Of sadness and sorrows
Around us both

And while the cloak
Fought the chill from my bones
We walked
Hand and hand
Soul and soul

Over the threshold
Into the unknown

Being with you
Is like having a staring contest
With the sun
No matter what
I always lose

there are roses growing
from my hands
My doubt the seeds
Begging them to grow

There are roses climbing
up my arms
digging in my skin
but i am numb
to their thorns and beauty

There are roses growing
in my lungs
bloodied petals
filling my throat
and falling from my lips

Tears are sliding
down my cheeks
I've had enough
I am to weak