With soil we were made,
with death we are to suffocate
alone in the roots of this earth.
Slowly our loved one's
will slowly forget;
Our names on their lips will soon fade
the memories we created with them-
will soon be replaced.
_
Behind that light door,
we will faces our demons alone,
we will burn until we evaporate
into the sins we made.
_
I don't know
but I'm some how-
not ready to die....
I'm scared..
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
With soil we were made,
with death we are to suffocate
alone in the roots of this earth.
Slowly our loved one's
will slowly forget;
Our names on their lips will soon fade
the memories we created with them-
will soon be replaced.
_
Behind that light door,
we will faces our demons alone,
we will burn until we evaporate
into the sins we made.
_
I don't know
but I'm some how-
not ready to die....
I'm scared..
