Treasure Island

Pain's FallinAngel

(4/4/97 / PA)

Dark Song of My Sweet End


Darkness creeps up behind me in its sweetest embrace
It's sweetest toxic kiss ending the pain
Flashbacks of my painful past brings back a swift sudden bit of pain
But the slowing of my heart brings comfort
I hear the angels welcoming me
I see death as my time runs out
My hour glass emptying its beautiful blood-red sand.
I see someone kneeling over my quickly deteriating body
As I take my last breath you kiss my lips. You put your locket around my neck and laid my body down on A bed of roses
and laid a black rose on me
I'm so happy that I came to my sweet end

Submitted: Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Edited: Thursday, August 04, 2011

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  • isatou Juwara (8/9/2011 6:03:00 PM)

    beautiful though sad.its like you lived a life full of pain and suffering and death seems to be your only remedy how sad.nice words, keep writing! (Report) Reply

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