Death

Memories love to hide and play games with their fear Life is the loving brother and the opposite is near Blood always defines the definition of our tears From seeing an angels wings from not being able to hear Heart stops in motion from the affections of mighty oceans From hearing the birds chirp from healthy to poison potions Clean trees always saves us to grey skies that we inhale From saying good bye to your pride and locked up in jail Welcoming clouds that love to gather and create wonderful moist Fading obsatcles love the experienced from our fading voice Blood and tears mix to produce the last rose Cycle of path from days going on and know one knows Death is our lives from unforgiving eyes.