Will you help me, die tonight?
Can you see, my struggling fight?
What am I, what am I to you?
No I don't want to die, will you help me through?
Am I the hidden one, the hidden star?
I cannot run, from the haunting scar.
Am I your anything, do you believe?
Will you help our story sing, will you help me breathe?
I'll take this life's sins, for I have nothing left.
The sorrow always wins, causing my hearts theft.
No I don't want to die, no not tonight.
I see you cry, as I lose my fight.
Will you wait for me, as I have for you?
I'll take this misery, so you'll thrive too.
"What will happen", you softly spoke.
"I'll die again, for my heart broke."
I see no flowers, as the colors fade.
As the end towers, it is now your love I bade.
I'd tell you my sorrow, could I only speak.
I leave here tomorrow, for I am too weak.
I feel the power, such omnipotence.
I'm left to cower, due to the unknowing malevolence.
Have you seen, the end for me?
What does this mean, should I see?
As you keen, I'll release my calamity.
These lines, written in pain.
Your beautiful face shines, through the blinding rain.
Too your angelic eyes, what am I too you?
As my soul dies, I'll dance us through.
I'll let the darkness, consume me whole.
These lines written with starkness, consume my soul.
Who will be the first, to take the fall?
Was our love cursed, will we stand tall?
Am I the ghost, laughing at the world?
Am I the host, as our love curled?
"What are you doing here?", I ask of you.
"I'll swallow your tear," she replied through.
"Am I your star, have I fallen down?
Will your love travel far?", I ask as I drown.
No I don't want to fall below, can you help me?
Do you know, the sorrow I see?
I take your hand, "Will they let us be?"
Together we'll stand, through this animosity.
Seems no one will appear, to make me feel real.
Our end is clear, is it our love you'll steal?
I bade you farewell, for the blade never fell.
Goodbye to you all, for I take this final fall...
Copyright © Steven McMorrow | Year Posted 2009