Undead
I closed my eyes, With a thought in my mind. Would I have to fight again, With the demon called life?
I closed my eyes, With a thought in my mind. Would I have to fight again, With the demon called life?
On the hospital bed she lied, With tears dripping from her eyes. Her wounds were pacified, But her soul, still horrified.
The pedestal, look so high and big, I am on the left and you are on the right.
I remember the day we first talked, I wanted to be alone but you tagged along.
Two lost strangers, wandering the streets, as broken as the pieces we could see.
Who am I? I wonder. Like a sapling in a desert. Chasing after a stream of water.
Hey, have you looked at the moon? It's not spotless yet so beautiful.
In a dream, you and I appeared, I saw you and my question steered.
Voices in my head won't lemme sleep, can someone listen to me while I weep?
The cool breeze whispers on my skin, a stolen glance where thoughts begin.
I have been waiting, waiting for long. But for what exactly? I wonder.
The ink from my pen, flows for thee, you're not here yet my heart beats spree.
I'm wandering the streets all alone, thoughts racing through my mind.
We were so close to the stars, our wings melted yet we flew afar.
I see the bright ray of light, Is this the end of my fright?
These bright rays of sun, Hitting my eyes from above,