1.
When we die...
Where do we go?
To lands unknown?
To lands at heart?
When we cry...
Would you be the half of my whole?
in lands distant
or would you be the demise of my soul?
When we smile
What hath your heart?
In places obscure
an end? a start?
When you die
Would you be my martyr?
in spaces gloomy
Could you be my starter?
2.
In that land far away
Where i've been left,
could you be my martyr?
My starter, my answer?
or is it possible that you're my abuser
the one who benefits when you fuck her
When i'm deceased
Would you care the least?
In this land of the living,
Why are you so unforgiving?
To you it's no matter
when i climb the ladder
between heaven or hell
an eternal life or a new sick spell
the "journey of life" you say
It moves, it sways
Even at the slightest moment
a cruel, long judgment will wait, devouring
those cowering
to deaths lament
to your poisons content.
(That one kinda doesnt make sense.. some parts of it are ok.. but yeah,)
3. Black Acres
The park of Black Acres,
of makers, of takers
lays in the recess
Stays at rest, at rest
until the awakening
the spooking, the freaking
takes the takers, the makers,
The trees hear not their cry,
Their sigh, their sigh
the water hears not their plight
their fight, their might
The black clouds hear not their depsair
Their nightmares, their frightmares
only can I hear their hapless bind, for they are crying, crying, crying in my
m-i-n-d
