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by Luis Feb 21, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Off from the pain on my skin And awareness of sin The things I've sang in the past Trying to make my last breath last The photographs and memories i held on too To distract me from the truth But the fact of the matter is, we all die Hoping that there is an afterlife. I won't let you go Not until i know That there is another side Where we die into life. I'll know Once I go I'll pass the news on When I'm gone. Your eyes speaking in tears As if it was something to fear Your beautiful lips mumbling words Projecting out like harmless thorns I see a brighter light Perhaps the place you will meet me by I'll hold your hand till I'm shut And feel your heartbeat till I'm cut. I'll know When I go I'll pass the news on When I'm gone. Off I go Beyond boundaries of the unknown I promise to meet you by In the other side.