Go someplace special
then leave knowing
you won't return
until you die.
Don't search for
this wondrous land
ever again for
you will die.
Dream of paradise
each night lonesome
and cold longing
for final sleep.
You will feel
cursed lacking the
will to direct
your tired body.
Let go of
what it is
you call kind
finding you don't
mind being bind
to Death's time.
Though with each
second of freedom
you learn to
grow with wisdom
as you fix
the mistake you
tend to make.
Sly is my...
Shy was I.
Why we die?
Bye with lies.
Eyes tie then
deny high flight.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Go someplace special
then leave knowing
you won't return
until you die.
Don't search for
this wondrous land
ever again for
you will die.
Dream of paradise
each night lonesome
and cold longing
for final sleep.
You will feel
cursed lacking the
will to direct
your tired body.
Let go of
what it is
you call kind
finding you don't
mind being bind
to Death's time.
Though with each
second of freedom
you learn to
grow with wisdom
as you fix
the mistake you
tend to make.
Sly is my...
Shy was I.
Why we die?
Bye with lies.
Eyes tie then
deny high flight.