Loud whispers - silent screams

Fair as morning dew on leafs
Pale as early winter morn'
Mourning all who die of griefs
Who will for your beauty mourn?

Who will see the endless deep
Buried underneath your lashes
Who will see you fall and weep
When your fire turns to ashes

Lighter greens and blues all cold
Blur into a colour lack
Grey and Silver; orange-gold
All have faded into black

Feel the heat that's running out
Leaving you alone and cold
How'd you ever live without
The wall of stories that you told

A facade you uphold proudly
Oh, what would you whispers say
If your whispers spoke as loudly
As the beauty of your dismay

The misunderstood and the lonely
The dark, the demented, the real
We all have to die and die only
Why struggle to fit their ideal?

And as the last breath leaves your lungs
That last, warm, living breath
The word upon these evil tongues
Spreads word about your death

As early morning rays will stray
In through a see-through silver veil
And one last lonely salty teardrop
Runs over your cheek so pale

To disappear forever,
Or disappear a while
To smile with you forever
Or simply not to smile