darkminds: death of the dead The crow ...

darkminds:                     death of the dead

The crow ...:                     death of the dead The crow takes flight its wings reflect the bright moon light It lands on the cold damp soil I see...

Snowflakes gently fall while two lovers stroll hand in hand a cold breeze Blows gently as the stream quietly flows, their hearts warmed by the feelings of love they see as they look in each other’s eyes, the soft whisper of Christmas carols gently Dance in the air

Their senses alive and full of joy,  brand new memory’s to Bring a smile in years yet to come, Round the corner up the hill the chorus grows louder their hearts grow fonder As the sun fades and eve begins, Christmas lights illuminate the glistening snow, Couples and children rush by excitement in the air happiness all around

They stand at the door one last loving embrace before they part he looks towards the mistletoe hanging on the door they both smile and share their first Christmas kiss the glistening snow sparkles harder the stars shine brighter, their hearts grow fonder  as they bid each other farewell

Words of love pass their lips as he turns away, their hands gently part, their loving glance slowly fades into the night, the moment never to be forgotten, forever remembered as the night that they shared their first embrace and felt a love so true

 the night that was to be the last time her eyes would ever meet her lovers stare, for he never returned his life lost to the night along with her heart, love now just a beautiful memory for her to hold in her soul, until the day the snow and stars shine bright and a choir of angels can be heard singing in the breeze carrying her to her lovers arms once again

life

life

Life, life, life, damned life, full of hell, my soul to sell

An exchange of this filth and ruin for wealth and health

A small purpose the slightest of meaning, instead

Of this empty feeling

A life withering away, lost and fading 

Body ruined and broken no good no more

Soul decimated and ready to be cremated

Dreams die, replaced by nightmares and scares

Of the truth of life in the cold, cold, cold light of day

A penny for your thoughts the saying goes

A long time ago perhaps, I would have been

A very wealthy man, but alas my mind is numbed

And just the one thought remains, only to be

Answered after the end and this life has past me by,

Life, life, life, what was the reason for all this strife?