It's early in the morning ,your time of the day.
As it rains outside, I hear the echo in my soul.
As if the world outside was intune with my insides.
It's that time of the year,the time you loved so.
As the rain falls, the brids sings.
As if they knew what was on my mind.
You were the summer brid of my life.
Now as if the world was laughing at me.
The rain that I love,the brids song that soothed my soul.
They all seem empty and worthless to me now.
I wish I know how to stop the death in my soul.
As it slips from my mind,just like dream that has ended.
As I wonder what it was that I had dreamed, the answer does not come.
So as I sit here listening to the rain ,my soul go's on dieing.
I wish that I could leave this death behiden ,even for a few hours.
But at last the gods laugh at me,for even in sleep the death remains.
It is as if Death himself, has sweeped me to him.
Always close to him ,he keeps my leash tight.
I wish he would cut my leash.
But at last he like the gods wish to play with me more.
So here I am dead on the inside and alive on the outside.
Sometime ago I had asked myself if I'd ever be whole.
Sometime ago I had got an answer ,that yes someday I would be whole.
So now I wonder if Death himself is the other half of my whole.
Only time will tell so I have been told.
But I can't help but wonder if Death is the other half,that would make me life.
If so then life is truly the gods great joke
