Finding Peace in Death
Dreams arise like the sun on the horizon;
Tranquil memories only to be forgotten.
Cast ashore with no way to survive;
Iím stuck in the middle not dead or alive.
Reaching for the stars only to fail;
Iím so white that I can no longer be called pale.
Colorless as a ghost with skin as cold as ice;
My own mother canít even look me in the eyes.
The feeling of disappointment deep within my soul;
Knowing I have to eventually let go.
Forgive and forget they always say;
If I had one wish itíd be to stay.
As time starts to run thin;
The heart monitor beebs and the tears begin.
Watching my mother cry is something Iíll never forget;
Leaving her in this world alone will be my only regret.
As Death comes to greet me I must leave behind;
The life that once was known as mine.