Oh why, oh whay
Don�t we know
When we have to die.
It�s time to go,
I don�t want to cry
Oh why, oh why don�t we know.
What will we find?
When is it our time?
Why are you so kind?
I hear the bells chime.
It�s ringing in my mind.
What is my time?
Oh why, oh why,
Is it time to go home,
Do we have to die?
It is in the dome
Time to say bye
I have to die.
I will go home,
Hopefully not soon.
I am not a goon.
Maybe I�ll go see Rome
Time�s up my friend, time to say goodbye. The demon has got you and is clutching at your soul. Fighting is hard and then it is pointless. And I wonder why? It makes me cry. I hear you when you talk to me. I see your face with them. The gates are locked tight, then opened like a door.
A true friends love will never die. But neither will my will. I will fight on even if it means my dear demise. We are dust in the wind, a grain of salt on a beach. But it still matters to me. All that can, and all that can�t be, sneaks into our life and controls our destiny. The winds of change have come, the tides that bind have passed, for what we once was, never will be again until forever my friend.
Black rose.
Dark of knight
Signifying an
Endless plight.
Wishing there
Was more then here
A place with no more fear.
In a realm,
Like a dream,
There is a person
Who�s going to scream.
Watching the world
Thought a glass eye
Always wondering why
Everyone will die.
Black rose
Watching its prey
Wondering why
It will be this day.
The stranger comes
And with blood
Coming from above
Like the great flood.
Time is now
Release for the soul
Time to go back
Where it is whole.
The work is done
The man has cleaved
Now Mr. Grimm
Will take his leave.
Black Rose
Left on the scene
Born from a place
Much more serene.
The soul�s path
Is nearly through
Ending this path
It recklessly flew
Drifting away
Looking for a comfortable space
In a maddening life.
It always seems to happen this way.
The changes consume them
And leave their knife.
It will be find one day.
It doesn�t last forever.
After all it is just life.
He wondered if he may.
He wondered if he could
And leave his knife.
It will be done today
He will start anew
After he leaves his life
To start anew.
13 is when it happened.
13 is when it was done.
The flowers were trampled
It wasn�t fun.
They lost it all.
The ignorance and bliss.
Only for knowledge and pain.
He didn�t need this.
It happened so quick.
All buried in frost.
The layers countless and true.
What�s lost is lost.
Innocence is gone.
Darkness falls.
What was has left.
Buried in sacred halls.
Overwhelmed at first.
Realizing it is not all bad.
The new skin fits fine,
A place without fads.