A Clean Demise.
impaired with terror. please, someone take this terror from me
scared at night cause they'll leave nothing if they tear her from me
i remember...
pleading with the dentist while shes teething cause her gums were sore
her screams were deep infections within me because my love was pure
but then i was awoken, broken,
crumbled, as i was before
hold in the emotion, mainly vicious spite
only cause this broken dream depicts my life
its like i paid to visit by her fictitious shrine just to lift violence
but they raised the ticket prices quick as igniting liquid nitrous
life, as it drifts on by us, i give a glance to the dampened sky
i've got my mind on mortality, black attacks and i clap the fly
after the killing action, i scratch my head. did she have to die?
i framed her life. a plaque is the risen item, her captured sky
there's need for lightened cracks from a child's laughter in afterlives
in the breeze, i capture sights, and i need them. they're a fallen wish
pretend i saw her presence but she leaves. her stay is ominous
dawned my favorite jacket, on the sleeves i'd lay daughters head
hand goes straight into to the pocket that her baby lockets kept
it lets my dreams live on through a stream of consciousness
honestly, i've pondered through the pieces, it's theme is obvious
i see it. all of it.
my one and only procreation fading while asleep, unconscious
see the bottle of aquamarine deposit that's cleaning product
feel in front her face on my knees to see if shes breathing proper
then through the shrieks and sobs come the heaped convulsions
indeed the scene was awful, a beam is shot from her spewing lips
freaking out, not know what was going on as the fluid spits
it seems the hemoglobin gives her bluish puke a purple tinge
seemingly at once, she was peaceful, it leaves this hurt within
now,
staying in a cage, i'm aching, lay in pain and miss her memory
embezzling in rage and she won't fade cause i won't let her leave
i tied a tethered beam that no weather seen could sever cleanly
demise is said to be the ascension screening, some rest, some breathe
some respected seedlings selected. each they're deaths had meaning
the younger death that seen, the less blunders can infect they're genes
on the other side they're enlightened, said to brighten up dimension 3, but
is whats said accredited legend or another ledge in depressions reach?
could my own bred beliefs be the entities keeping my head complete?
why, yes. accepting these beckon blessings and i'm set at ease
and may she rest in peace, it's the benefits of a death that's clean
i've seeked out rays of light since being plagued by depression
guess that every second missing her i've gained some perspective
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