something wicked...
There is something wicked waiting in the smiling sunlight of tomorrow
A sadness lined with the innocence of youth
the sorrow of death wandering over from faraway places
I hear the sickle slicing through
Cutting hearts and heads and holes into the carefully woven fabric of life
This is the inevitable end of friendships and families,
In moments it can all be taken away
Grown old are the tightly bound, mind numbing memories
The nights and days and conversations heated by the fire of living
How many days or nights, weeks or years
How much love and pain, blood and tears
How hard does life push against the door
when death knocks
What questions and mysteries hide inside those trinkets,
Those precious trinkets held by the clammy hands of the not so cold
There is something ugly and wicked lurking in the perfection of life
Moments packed with purity seem all thats left
The hope layed out like a blanket made of icy tears
Eyes open to the possibility that tomorrow is only as long as the heart keeps pumping
only as bright as the eyes you look into
mourning is only a word but death, it is a sentence and who is this god?
Who is this god who watches these wicked things just come
Who are these people lingering past their prime
while the end nears closer and closer to mine.