Feel my skin. Feel my lips. Feel my soul.
Look into my eyes and see a dark pit of misery.
See my smile and feel my heart cry.
Hold my hand and feel iciness run through you.
Feel my skin. Feel my lips. Feel my soul. All cold. All gone.
Feel my skin. Feel my lips. Feel my soul.
Look into my eyes and see a dark pit of misery.
See my smile and feel my heart cry.
Hold my hand and feel iciness run through you.
Feel my skin. Feel my lips. Feel my soul. All cold. All gone.
Would you miss me if I died
Would you kiss me if I cried
Would you hold me tight
Would you squeeze my hand
As my last breath left me
Would you miss me in the night
Cause im not there by your side
Would you cry on my grave
Would you leave flowers in summer
Crosses in winter
Would you cry when someone speaks my name
Would you put my picture in a frame
Would you miss me if I died
Could you wait to be by my side?
listen, just for a few minutes.
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
and listen.
.
look, you
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to know; but it's a shame, because you're one of the most beautiful songs.