She's gone, she is dead
Her remains upon the hearse ahead
As silently we wander though the mist
She's free
This is the end
Your journey's over, night descends
Below... Into the abyss
Farewell, my friend, you will be missed
Although you're gone
In memories you shall live on
Asleep... In peace now rest
The weight of the world is off your chest
That morning light I'll always remember
And these summer nights: cold as December.
5/9/1989 - 6/18/2009
(Just when we realize that we are alive, we die)
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment