Death
A friend...

Time, like sand, just blows away
Don't waste it looking back...

What shall be my words in death?
Will they ring and steal your breath...

Was there ever a time when I loved myself?
When the sting of words spit, did not rip my soul...

Love you more than yesterday
For every day is new...

They couldn't capture you
Not in photo...

Poison rivers wind
Rolling seas break...

Standing tall against the sun
A tree swaying in the breeze...

I dreamt a dream of lovers weeping,
Tears of soul slowly seeping...

Who knows what's ahead,
None can say for sure...

Pages floating,
Through the air...

We should kill him
No one would know...