I wish death was a child in hand,
I'd take her into my arms, and teach her to dance
I'd tell her to fly as I took a quick glance,
Spread her leveled parade across the dark lands,
I'd hold death like a crystallized stone,
Keep her near so I'd not be alone,
let her glisten and shine, to the people I'd shone,
Light would vigor and cause a faint drone,
The sheep would be able to speak,
She and I would teach them to never be weak,
We'd overthrow kingdoms with great mystique,
And I'd not have reason to front meek.
I wish death was a wise young girl,
Not for her age, but for the whole world,
With a piercing stare, wide eyes like blue pearls,
And a lacy black dress, in which she could twirl,
And she attracted them by the flock,
To prove they're worth they'd sing a sweet song,
She'd drag them in closer, they'd see they were wrong,
By her hand, just ashes, that quick they were gone.
I'd admire her so closely,
Follow her foot steps, give her what she needs,
A living soul to capture, and keep,
But, mine wasn't good enough, you see.
My Soul is nearly dead,
She'll have me soon enough, as is,
There's no need to make mark, of this little kid,
Because she already did.
I've become a waste of skin,
Of blood and organs, Of a creation,
I'm too broken and battered to ever fit in,
So I'll bring this to an End...
I'd take her into my arms, and teach her to dance
I'd tell her to fly as I took a quick glance,
Spread her leveled parade across the dark lands,
I'd hold death like a crystallized stone,
Keep her near so I'd not be alone,
let her glisten and shine, to the people I'd shone,
Light would vigor and cause a faint drone,
The sheep would be able to speak,
She and I would teach them to never be weak,
We'd overthrow kingdoms with great mystique,
And I'd not have reason to front meek.
I wish death was a wise young girl,
Not for her age, but for the whole world,
With a piercing stare, wide eyes like blue pearls,
And a lacy black dress, in which she could twirl,
And she attracted them by the flock,
To prove they're worth they'd sing a sweet song,
She'd drag them in closer, they'd see they were wrong,
By her hand, just ashes, that quick they were gone.
I'd admire her so closely,
Follow her foot steps, give her what she needs,
A living soul to capture, and keep,
But, mine wasn't good enough, you see.
My Soul is nearly dead,
She'll have me soon enough, as is,
There's no need to make mark, of this little kid,
Because she already did.
I've become a waste of skin,
Of blood and organs, Of a creation,
I'm too broken and battered to ever fit in,
So I'll bring this to an End...
Fin.
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