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by elvenfire Nov 8, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Another day over, another day gone The watcher stood still, waiting For the setting of the sun The eyes that look out to the sea Bore sadness that's so deep To gaze into its depth is to feel A pain that is so steep The wind caressed the watcher's face It's ice cold fingers invite The watcher to take its deadly lead The fickle wind smiled in its spite "Come here and i shall set you free, Your cares will disappear, And in my arms i promise you will find The peace you long so dear." The watcher stretched out his hands As if to touch the phantom's voice And another step his feet has made Toward this final choice The waves lapped up, climbed on his knees And captured all his attention Like children begging for a treat He reveled in this fake affection And through each step he slowly took He felt like coming home A gentle peace stole over him Through the waves racing foam "I come to you to set me free Let my cares disappear I've come to collect upon your promise Now let there be no more fear." A few more seconds passed that felt like a thousand years The watcher gently closed his eyes And tasted his final tears The watcher's knees finally buckled And surrendered to the song His ragged breath has ceased to be The watcher watched no more.