the day that i die
disclaimer:not feeling suicidal, just wistful of a dream
when i meet death, i will not fear
i will not tremble, nor cry
for we are old dear friends
we will laugh of times passed
when we barely missed a meeting
brushed so close in pursuit of one another
but i missed him, and he missed me
untill the day that i die
i look to him, and wonder
why should we meet this day?
he looks to me, and i know
that he took me this day
becuse though i no longer sought him
he had still sought me
to this day, the day that i die
i go to him and like old friends we embrace
out goes lifes fleeting light
but death's arms hold me.
no matter, i've always liked it dark anyway.
when i meet death, i will not fear
i will not tremble, nor cry
for we are old dear friends
we will laugh of times passed
when we barely missed a meeting
brushed so close in pursuit of one another
but i missed him, and he missed me
untill the day that i die
i look to him, and wonder
why should we meet this day?
he looks to me, and i know
that he took me this day
becuse though i no longer sought him
he had still sought me
to this day, the day that i die
i go to him and like old friends we embrace
out goes lifes fleeting light
but death's arms hold me.
no matter, i've always liked it dark anyway.