Ever felt Death lookin you over? Lookin around, Taking some one you love? The pearcing eyes of some one who is not there?
The touch, the smile, the arrogance. Felt your
self put on display?
Have you ever enjoyed it? Looked back,
Smiled. Invited Him over? Stright missed his
company? Ever got Jealous? Wonder why
you were left out?.........................Reminded?
Its a thing of understanding. Its a thing of
Respect. Ya I get a little jealous sometimes.
I miss that Guy sometimes. I`v seen him sooo
many times. I knew he was there, I`v looked
him in His eyes. He let me go. I fell asleep in
him arms. He let me go.
There aint nothin like livin. After you`ve been
hanging with death. Things smell better, They
There is the real artist. How else could we
appreciate what we do have, untill we dangle
on the edge? How else could we walk the line? Its our pain that Refines us, Defines us.
Turns us into who we realy are. Therefore,
At least from me Death will have a few props.