Final Rest

Death is never meant to be like this wrapped in the disguise of a lady's kiss it's suppose to be the final rest when the soul has passed every test but this is different in every way the kiss is made of everything i could ever say it is a sweetest surrender into another life it was when i knew you would be my wife it was that kiss that you gave to me it was the very thing that made me see but life is never eternal in this world of ours life ends here beneath this world of falling stars it ended in a final kiss which holds everything i would ever miss the love, the passion, the burning life all split apart by the edge of a jealous knife i had it all and all was too much no more kiss, no more life, no lingering touch so i guess what death means is this that there can be no final rest in a woman's kiss