Funeral For a Friend
Shattered glass
Broken promises
Loves untied knots
Black roses weaving in summer winds
We all will die, the days are duly marked
In the book of reaping angels
Who till the fields of human decay
Whom take what they can, young or old
Piano keys sound the waltz
Of the oncoming
Shaking fingers and smiles to deny
The raven will have his feast
The death of you is at hand
The death of me was long ago
Yet I still breathe, and you still smile
I am full of tears, you my friend are life
A life to be stolen
As we sit silently
Knowing my hands are as useless as yours
Later smile upon me, and welcome me over
I who have lost long ago
Walks along the shoreline of hell
Alone, no hand to hold
Wishing it could have been me
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015
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