Eternally Dying

There’s death you hear,
When the wind blows my hair,
There’s death you see,
Bloody and clear...
There’s death you can feel,
When your near, or close to me...
If you look into my shadowy eyes,
It's death you can see...
Death is why you quiver when your hands touch my untamed soul...
When my spirit comes out to linger,
With the people of the dead,
Take with them,
Always a piece of me,
A piece of me that’s dead...
Death is the word you hear,
And mean...
Suicide...
The shadows will not haunt me for, I am on their side,
Take with me,
I will,
My secrets,
Forever...
Do I think about God in my dreams?
Never...