Ritual of Death...

Amidst the never-ending greens
Stands a dull dry tree
Life-less and leaf-less
Full of sorrow is he

The blue above him
Overlooked and took pity
And busied himself
To write this ditty

No words did he find
To express his state
Wondered he a lot
Whats written in his fate

Just what he can write
For this symbol of death
Shedding away life
With his every breath

So he gave it away
For me to try a write
'Ritual of Death'
I labeled this sight...

Ritual of Death...

Amidst the never-ending greens
Stands a dull dry tree
Life-less and leaf-less
Full of sorrow is he

The blue above him
Overlooked and took pity
And busied himself
To write this ditty

No words did he find
To express his state
Wondered he a lot
Whats written in his fate

Just what he can write
For this symbol of death
Shedding away life
With his every breath

So he gave it away
For me to try a write
'Ritual of Death'
I labeled this sight...

IN YOUR MEMORIES...

I shall die soon, i know

this thing is in my blood.

It will not let me go

it saps my cell for food...

It soaks my night in sweat

and breaks my days in pain

No hand or drug can treat

these limbs for love or gain..

Love, was the first strange cause

that bred grief in its seed

And gain knew its own laws

to fix its place and breed..

He whom i love, thank God

won't speak hope or cure

It would not do me good

he sees that; i am sure..

He knows what i have read

and will not bring me lies

He sees that i am dead

i read it in his eyes...

How am i to go on

how will i bear this taste...

My throat cased in white spawn

these hands that shake and waste..

Stay by my steel ward bed

and hold me where i lay

Hope you'll love me when i'm dead..

And not let me die....

IN YOUR MEMORIES....

IN YOUR MEMORIES...

I shall die soon, i know

this thing is in my blood.

It will not let me go

it saps my cell for food...

It soaks my night in sweat

and breaks my days in pain

No hand or drug can treat

these limbs for love or gain..

Love, was the first strange cause

that bred grief in its seed

And gain knew its own laws

to fix its place and breed..

He whom i love, thank God

won't speak hope or cure

It would not do me good

he sees that; i am sure..

He knows what i have read

and will not bring me lies

He sees that i am dead

i read it in his eyes...

How am i to go on

how will i bear this taste...

My throat cased in white spawn

these hands that shake and waste..

Stay by my steel ward bed

and hold me where i lay

Hope you'll love me when i'm dead..

And not let me die....

IN YOUR MEMORIES....