Death is calling me, and I don't know how to answer
The end is drawing near.The curtain's about to fall.
The red has turned black.
The black in my blood.
The blood has turned frail - the longing so pale.
Please, keep me warm.
Please, hold me tight.
Please, let me be your lover tonight.
I'll stay in the sun, for as long as I can.
I'll give my last warmth to you, my sweet man.
I'll breath you in, the death in my veins.
I'll leave you know, the last of all pains.
So please, hold me near, if just for a while.
The strength and the beauty have gone in exile.
I'm lying in dirt, with gaze in my frown.
Can anyone tell when death came to town?
So this is the day, the day that I'll die.
I give it all in, I drown and I sigh.
I rest in my vein, in my bloodless room.
My heart is a tomb, a heartless consume.
The curtain is down,
death's come to town.
The end is a tear,
I'm no longer here.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-11-03 at 23:24
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