Classical Death

In a motion we twist Upside down, and around. In a moment of life we seek. Amazing moments they bring. Life from each breath we take. Death from each word that breaks. So beautiful the eyes of us all. So magical, before the fall. The moment the single dollars get placed over our eyes. All our family cries, as our loved ones die. Yellow bricks falling through the air lost magic, of cares. Sprits of hell wanting you, Angels of heaven guiding you. So successful, so unbreakable. So unbearable, and careable. Perfection.. The guest you invite in to your chambers. The tint of death, the air that catches our breath. The over whelming spell that was caste from hell. The longest kiss. The longest bliss. Classical....... The heart beats and seeks for another, But finds an empty place. The mind races, the body goes in shock it feels like your body was barred under rocks. Your whole life swept away, all passed down on a rainy day. Cares and wishes all demitted, All spells trapped. All worries SNAPPED. breakable careable bearable. Your okay, The classical dance the romance the death, The seen the moments of true meaning. The classical death.. The space of air with nothing left the silver dollars over your eyes the beautiful black box surrounded by silk your skin pale as milk, your lips red your eyes under the lids blue. classical... Coffin, Classical funeral classical heart of pain classical ran down shame. Classical cries Classical questions of why? Nothing left the classical death. Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 06:47 AM PST, Shelly   0 • 10