I saw death so close,
It was hard to close my eyes.
needles poked holes in the rose,
And he kept crying till he died.
I caught them sleeping-
Laid on a grave far too young.
I could hear a mother weeping,
For the dead daughters and sons.
Some had eyes to the sky,
Others were dreaming in a coffin.
But the reaper wore a smile,
Hands raised in a mocking.
An abyss was made in this sea,
As the reaper kept on walking.
I thought I heard something,
Then I saw the ashes falling.
Sometimes a road leads nowhere,
And you get too lost to be found.
I heard them one last time
then I saw children falling down.
Shattered windows were all around,
But in darkness there's no light.
And no truth is enough-
For the holy thief who lies.
A thousand people came,
All along waiting for this night.
But was it worth an end,
To a beginning that might unite.
And then I heard the screams,
Oh, the howl of horror and fear.
But the crying stopped in a blur,
For scars had swallowed all tears.
Winds brought me the noise,
Of mayhem and doom.
Drowning the voices,
That were yet to bloom.
So I fell on my knees,
Awaiting the fate of my faith.
And then I saw the reaper,
He had a very similar face.
Though his eyes were cold,
Dark as the depth of the sea.
Even though he was a monster,
He seemed very human to me.
Blood for blood,
I heard him whisper.
A Blasphemous philosophy,
And a reality that withers.
The violence fell silent,
As the shadow came nearer.
I searched for a place to hide,
But all that was left was a mirror.
So I hid behind his reflection,
As his image grew weaker.
And all the ghost could see-
Was a God in the mirror.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
I saw death so close,
It was hard to close my eyes.
needles poked holes in the rose,
And he kept crying till he died.
I caught them sleeping-
Laid on a grave far too young.
I could hear a mother weeping,
For the dead daughters and sons.
Some had eyes to the sky,
Others were dreaming in a coffin.
But the reaper wore a smile,
Hands raised in a mocking.
An abyss was made in this sea,
As the reaper kept on walking.
I thought I heard something,
Then I saw the ashes falling.
Sometimes a road leads nowhere,
And you get too lost to be found.
I heard them one last time
then I saw children falling down.
Shattered windows were all around,
But in darkness there's no light.
And no truth is enough-
For the holy thief who lies.
A thousand people came,
All along waiting for this night.
But was it worth an end,
To a beginning that might unite.
And then I heard the screams,
Oh, the howl of horror and fear.
But the crying stopped in a blur,
For scars had swallowed all tears.
Winds brought me the noise,
Of mayhem and doom.
Drowning the voices,
That were yet to bloom.
So I fell on my knees,
Awaiting the fate of my faith.
And then I saw the reaper,
He had a very similar face.
Though his eyes were cold,
Dark as the depth of the sea.
Even though he was a monster,
He seemed very human to me.
Blood for blood,
I heard him whisper.
A Blasphemous philosophy,
And a reality that withers.
The violence fell silent,
As the shadow came nearer.
I searched for a place to hide,
But all that was left was a mirror.
So I hid behind his reflection,
As his image grew weaker.
And all the ghost could see-
Was a God in the mirror.
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