Maybe.If he was there for her that night,More Like This
Maybe it wouldnt have happend,
Maybe the end wouldnt come like this,
He thinks as he lays in his bed of guilty actions,
If he had been there with her that night,
Instead of here with you,
She wouldn't have known.
A Dream Of Memorys.Theres a little girl, she's at the window,More Like This
She's watching what she's doing,
"Daddy" she says, "Daddy"
There's a pool of blood, "Daddy save her!"
But it's too late, now she awakens,
Her dad at her side, tears in his eyes,
As he watches the child awake,
From her dreams of memorys.
Daddy Help.Why? Why must she feel like that?More Like This
Why must she cry like this?
Why must she go like this?
Help, she's not breathing, daddy!
Why's there a rope?
It's around her neck, daddy help!
It's Not The End.Like a dark flame in a light room,More Like This
she is the first to be seen.
Like the hot sun,
in the middle of a desert,
she is unwanted.
Only as she steps into the flames,
Do they notice what they have done.
As she comes out with the child,
craddled in her gentle arms,
she screams for help.
It's like a wolf pup, calling to her pack,
but the pack has already gone, died.
As the child awakes, he too, realises,
that this is realy the end, his sister,
as she lay next to him,
simply prolonged it.
He walks slowly,
into the dark flames,
but she awakes, and again,
she goes in after the child,
"It's not the end for all,"
she mutters as she again, walks out,
"It's not the end for all."
Her voice was going faint,
"But simply for our town, go on, child."
He looked up, and meet her gaze
for the last time,
for the last time she spoke,
her words almost silent,
"We don't all have to end."
He left her, tears in his eyes,
not wanting to go on,
but respecting her first,
and her very last wish.
Distant StarsHow bright the sparks glowMore Like This
and how far they fly.
They blink bright yellow
and shift so sly.
Caverns are full of lights
and these lights shine
all down the spine.
So tall this tree stands
with branches of welcome.
Only few know this hello
only a some.
You can hear the laughter
and I see the caves glow.
But the glow never goes.
It goes by slow.
It burned slowly
but it burned bright.
It's that fire
I can never describe right.
this view is simple and meek.
But for me
the treasure is everlastingly sweet.
I still dream about the caverns,
the fire flies and the tree.
I dream about the moment
I couldn't see me.
Now I see memories.
So deep, to mars.
So deep I stare into space
but all I see now are red stars.
I am not RecyclableAs if I were recyclable,More Like This
your eyes break me down,
your gaze melts my aluminum limbs
and disintegrates my paper bones,
my heart leaps from the flames
and rides along the surface of your tongue,
because if you only knew how much I love you,
your taste buds would be burning for my blood,
if you only knew,
but you don't,
and I sure as hell can't tell you,
because you would use me
only to then throw me away.