Best Song Death Poems


Three Cheers

Sobriety is dying in me once again
The pain drains as I welcome home a long time friend
She is always their and is always fair she never lies 
Just slides down smooth and we fall back into our old grooves
My blood stews in a chemical imbalance and my mind finally finds relief from 
apathy
As me and my old friend kiss and lock lips she slips down into my soul
And once again plugs its holes
I never said a remedy didn’t come without tolls

So again the roses are red and violets blend to black
And once again I find myself speaking matter of factually
But the only sound she sends is my voice echoing back to me 
I’m downing her and she’s drowning me 
We can only be what we were designed to be
But she has always been a good friend to me 
And I’m always too willing to pay her fees 
Just so I can trade my memories for tranquility

Yet she is no difference than any other girl who has fallen for me
She is still slowly killing me
Her smooth curves are beckoning
But its her icy contents that bound us
And like the rest I always ask what will it hurt this once
But it happens again and again another lover 
With a pieces of momentary bliss and death that’s hoovering in each and every 
kiss
But with her I welcome the former and lace my fingers waiting for the latter 

Together we clatter through this empty house
And laugh for time is now the only thing that matters 
Let it cast our shadows and we can rejoice that ghosts have anatomy
Well that is until the sun passes a certain degree and even our shadows flee 
Because not even they can bare the nightmare that is slowly coming to be
And they dare not guess my fate and dare not stay and wait 

So I guess its just you and me baby 
We can weigh our heavy hearts 
And continue disposing of the memories it carts 
Just as long as I’m asleep by morning because I’ve been promising 
I wouldn’t let clean white light infatuate me anymore 
So lets escape and take that hidden door in my mind
Behind it is a mystery that I’d like to find
Who knows maybe its death waiting to be greeting me

Who Will Dry My Tears

WHO WILL DRY MY TEARS

I.
Farewell to the father,
Rolling up our long days dream,
This is the road u always pass through in April,
Thou has ever, always returning successfully,
Out looking for those greener pastures,
Thy abundant descendant to feed,
Will that be a crash cruise?
What has happened to thy spinal cord?

II.
Cry not but my lingering tears drops,
Like a water fall,
Is this the end of the road?
The road thou promise to take me,
Sticking to your song of praise for hope,
Pouring praises to His foot in your state,
To have your soul & thy faith like a rock,
Until the third survival of night fall,
I stood head up to watch his majestic exit,
Oh death has caused me greater harm,
It has broken the branch on which I perch.

III.
Thou have posed thy duty for me,
This song we sang to pass over our sorrowful joy,
To thou, I swear I be no prodigal,
As the has chosen to make merry,
Of thy sweat in grave,
My quest for knowledge lying in waste,
Who will send me to the fountain of knowledge?
As thou promise me of this,
This cross, I will carry for you,
Who will dry my tears?
As death as hindered your journey.
Weep not, rest and sleep,
Till His second arrival,
And there with Him we will live forever,
And death will part us no more.

If Death Were An Object

If death were an object like a ball would it roll to the highest point and create
  evil destruction.  Or if it were a metal disk that could raise itself to the bitter ends
  of it's final destination. Death can appear in many different forms. Death could be
  like a song that lingers with beautiful melodies. Death could be a portrait with many
  faces and poses. Death can wait or death can watch. It might squeeze the life out
  of every precious opening until there is nothing but a hint of despair. 
                 But a sweet song of death can only wait and be subtle
                 and ease into your surrounding and gently choose you
                 to become the object in which it must collect.


Till Death

(vrs 1)
robed in white
but it shouldve been black
lifes counting on this moment
cant take actions back
bound by a tie
we look at eachother
and know this is a lie.

(chorus)
theyll say till death do us part
but youd rather die with me now
so we can get it over with
and leave whats been broken to be fixed
till death leaves us no choice.

(vrs 2)
whats the point
when we're left to disappoint
if  we know we dont belong
then why cant we skip the vows
and leave our white lives
to be stained out by whats real
we'll break both ends of the deal.

(chorus)
theyll say till death do us part
but youd rather die with me now
so we can get it over with
and leave whats broken to be fixed
till death leaves us no choice.

Kiss On the Face

Take me to the wovles and let them feed on my flesh
All I feel is darkness pain and stress
Demons taking over societys outcast
You say the time is comming I say it has past
Eyes wide open but blind to sight
Deaf to the crys that ring out a night
Cloned by forces unknown
This world is so cold theres no moving on
Got to stay strong but I have no streanth
Every on here seems so fake

I want death to come and kiss me on the face
I want death to come and take my place
I need death to come and kiss me on the face
I need death to come and take my place

Where will I go once darkness falls
What will I do when the demons call
Left to rot I can not scream
Waiting for others to fall like me
Standing alone I need company
Trapped by these wall that I could not see
No air I'm sofocating
I'm light headed and my bloods rushing
Gun in my hand I'm going to make it end
No reason for me to go on
One movement of my finger and I'll be gone

I want death to come and kiss me on the face
I want death to come and take my place
I need death to come and kiss me on the face
I need death to come and take my place


If listening to this song has caused you any discomfort, please dial 911, once 
again please dail 911, and the will arive shortly with you straight jacket.
Thank you for listening......

Rip Stephan Sondheim

If I cannot fly, let me sing
he who wrote almighty music 
writes now in a place of nothing 
or somewhere else the theater picks 

1/24/2022


Swan Song

Splashes of gold on the pure white wings
as the heavenly blessings from above,
Glorious songs of silence on divine strings
sharing the unfailing love.

Sun caresses the tired feathers,
filling them with new powers,
Circles of unknown desires surround her beauty,
as she waits for the last hours.

The eager eyes scout the horizon
with a noticeable hope for life,
Her mysterious shadow makes the waters quake,
Her many secret longings stay alive,
The dusk is coming on the tranquil lake.

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