Your death is a terrible thing, And so are the lines that lie in the silent corners, And the shady borders Of light. You lived many a life before. Too many to be afraid of death. And you died Too many deaths before, To fear the rays of life.
Lost in the widening shore, The words were mere, But unspoken. We should've made a vow, my dear, For now I'm feeling so Heartbroken. Hand me one more dream, Whisper another lie. You know.. A dream is just A nicer place to die.
Poor scarlet waves born to die already. Wearing their mother’s robe On their fragile body. Why do we rush to our ends, hitting the things unsteady? There is some grief in ends, I know.. But maybe there is rhapsody.