and as death sings a sweet lullaby
your life flashes before you
dream of nothing but what you could've been
nothing would be better than blackness and the
empty promises of a black hole only if you knew
you'd be stuck you yourself even after death
all you have is nothing and that is all you ever
were.
you will be no saint.
slowly you hear nothing but screams
deaths sweet voice is no longer there
and as you fall to the end of the rope
try to brace yourself for the landing
only to wake up and live another day
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revblackveil65
05:11 Jul 22 2008
Sometimes I have dreams like this.
"You will be no saint."
Very simple, but very profound.