How do you die
Inch by inch
Cell by cell.
Do your atoms crash and burn
That being scientifically impossible.
It is not physically dying, I know
Just your being ceasing to be.
It is when that thing deep in your soul
Whose voice lifts your day
It is when the voice stops its song
That you notice you are no longer you
Just a shadow where you used to be.
Your dreams are ashes blown in the wind
Your tears are rivers you cried dry
You have left behind that shell
Of faith, and things that loved.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
How do you die
Inch by inch
Cell by cell.
Do your atoms crash and burn
That being scientifically impossible.
It is not physically dying, I know
Just your being ceasing to be.
It is when that thing deep in your soul
Whose voice lifts your day
It is when the voice stops its song
That you notice you are no longer you
Just a shadow where you used to be.
Your dreams are ashes blown in the wind
Your tears are rivers you cried dry
You have left behind that shell
Of faith, and things that loved.
