Flowers for a grave,

Both dainty and distressing,

As tears escape twin rivers of the soul.

Convenient time I gave,

Infrequently expressing,

The sentiment between routine and role.

Words left unspoken,

Considered unnecessary,

Sunshine and shadows, petals and tears.

Now the bridge is broken,

The chance was temporary,

To cross back and stroll through tender years.

Eulogies and regret,

As mysterious as Jade,

I failed to say just what I really meant.

A cemetery debt,

For love that went unpaid,

And greeting cards I never even sent.
In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer's heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill

My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet'r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp'ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill

I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill

Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz'n be
Mem'ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill.

Wow...what I said during my death years remain.....not a soul values or would shed a tear for a lost cause,broken soul.....I also cry when angels deserve to die...


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