When death shall knock at my door
I would be an antique evidence of the past
When this world shall bear me no more
I would haunt the crimson sky so vast.
Alive, then, I truly would be
Resting deep in the blackness of thought,
They ask, Is she alive or not?
I did say no, but they had to make it hard.
At my grave, you stand low and think
You make no sound, you do not blink
It rains and thunders, you do not leave
Crying over the dreams that we used to weave.
You search for my body as it sleeps
And now, my awaken soul sees the truth
Honey, please for me, do not weep
Even as I lie down, my promises I keep.

I sleep with desperate dreams, I sit in absolute darkness,
but I stand alone.
I smile in transient peace, I scream beyond the decibels,
but I weep alone.
I observe with stunning detail, I watch with the diseased world,
but I learn alone.
I wander into a sky full of stars, Along nature's beautiful walls,
but I walk alone.

The stardust would settle
The moon and the sun would become one
I hope all my questions have found the answers
The day I would evaporate into the skies
The day this soul of mine would become an ***** of nature
The day darkness would settle onto me
The day my bones are ashes
The day I would get all that I have been asking for
Silence, darkness, peace.


I would still live on
This heart would beat forever
The rhythmic melody would still play
Like a faint radio tape behind my cold mind
I would still be painting colors behind my closed eyes
I would still cry a million times
I would still greet you your first good morning
My soul would still find shelter in you
Even buried under this earth I would breath
Because these make me who I am.