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Aly Feb 2013
Please don't shiver from my fingers
Dont cry when you feel my breath
This is not a result of your mistakes
Please don't fear me, Please don't fear death

Greet me as an old friend
Greet me with your head held high
Come with me on your own terms
So you have a chance to say goodbye

Understand, I am not evil
My eyes can fill with love
I don't want to take you with me
For there is no land above

You have been the most courageous
Bravest I've ever seen
But things like that don't matter now
It doesn't matter who you've been

I will cradle you in my arms
Try to make your death more mild
But it pains me in my placid heart
When I have to take a child.
Aly Feb 2013
Be cautious little Quiet Friend
You never were so brave like this before
Tip your toe into the shallow end
Or regret every move more and more.

Be careful little Quiet Friend
Dont just jump into the ocean
Be mindful that your heart can't bend
Be careful of emotions.

Look out my little Quiet Friend
They'll knock you down before you make your move
Watch out for the big world out there
It sinks hurtful words into your every groove.

Think wisely little Quiet Friend
Dodge bullets, keep your head safe and low
Keep some thoughts hidden within yourself
Don't let them know if they're a friend or foe.

Speak up my little Quiet Friend
You only regret words you didn't say
Prepare for days of silence, Friend
Think slowly, live your life day by day.

Be cautious little Quiet Friend
You never were so brave like this before
Tip your toe into the shallow end
Don't question your good judgement anymore.
Aly Apr 2013
Why can you not see,
that this is such a curse?
I know that you fear death
But this is so much worse.
Aly Feb 2013
The chains will leave marks,
But those scars will fade,
Unlike the scrapes from the past that I've made.
A cut on pure flesh,
An internal bleed,
Life is a privilege that some just dont need.
The battles are deadly,
All silent wars, fought,
All fighting over to give in or not.
The young clock will stop,
The sand will run dry,
Leaving the child who won't say goodbye.
The sons have all gone,
Leaving nothing but light,
Something to brighten the darkening night.
All chains leave deep marks,
And some scars will fade,
We all leave behind the pasts that we've made.

— The End —