You'll always be my final smile,
The one that stretches ear to ear, miles,
As one journey ends, another begins,
As the sun goes down, and the song ends,
A chorus leads, that slowly drains,
Life that was overfilling, starts to rain.
A boy standing out with his cup,
Everyone knew what was happening,
His smile broke out as the red fell,
Spontaneous dance, celebration of the dead,
Don't you worry about the falling rain, I'll be there.
Screams erupt as one finds who has died,
It was expecting as one had to be inside,
The dance subsides as one takes your body aside,
Looking into your eyes, they know it was the only outside,
The note they take from your hand, friends divide.
" I was eyed, I was denied too go outside, I implied, defied, as I collide.
As my mind was tossed, and being crossed, I felt the exhaust, and a life was cost.
I take this endeavor and I wasn't clever, and didn't think ever, whatsoever.
But you need to have understood, or if you could, where I lived in the hood, all alone, under your level of stoop. "
As the tears we're running down their faces,
They quickly stopped as the red stopped falling,
and the grunts became a loud.
The dead we're awaken, and they were shaken, and mistaken,
As you inhaled, the final ship had sailed,
You were left their unconscious but alive,
and like bees swarming too a hive,
You were left too thrive against our fears,
Left between the two worlds,
You can see them as your awake in your spirit,
Your body lefts defenseless as in a crisis.
You've awakened and now you're inside with the rest.
Or is it a dream?
( It's kinda one happy poem that accidentally drifted into a deeper kinda long story. )
