When does the morning cease
Does distance stretch Against time
Wandering on the unsteady rope that always breaks
Across a crimson sky I see a thought long lost of you and I
That morning you spoke of death as if it were the greatest loss in the world...
I did not expect you to understand
I did not expect you to be close minded
For you to listen you would have to live as I have...
If you and I were in the mouth of madness
You too would die inside while living...
That was the greatest loss in the world...
we part ways as I sheathed the sword the war is done
In those days my eyes had a different color
I was use to the world and you
Life's shades of discontent and its grim aura
Not even the moon could subdue me
I was finally useless and useful
Happy but un-content
Lost but in this bottle found
Death was so ordinary it happens every minute
Could that be the very reason you were so terrified...
That was the reason I were so comfortable
I would like to have a mundane death
Unlike my fathers
I would like to die in my sleep peacefully
Not screaming...
