THE
BEST OF THE DYING
She had such a pretty face,
now I watch it waste away.
D’you know what they say
about the fatally ill?
Neither do I,
it’s all hush hush.
It’s something you just don’t talk about.
She had such a simple smile,
now I watch it twist in pain.
And how can I refrain
from crying with her?
I’m on my knees now,
it’s my turn to beg now,
I want everything back
right where it was.
The mirror shows me
this wasted girl,
this broken piece
of humanity.
I can’t tell you I’m sorry,
I can’t say I was wrong.
I can’t accept your forgiveness.
There she lies,
the best of the dying.
The slowest, softest suicide
to have ever been made.
There she lies,
screaming and crying.
Don’t get too close
or she’ll drag you down too.
She had beauty in her motion
and beauty in her words,
but she stands here as betrayal.
She lives here through betrayal.
She dies here in betrayal.
The mirror shows me
this wasted girl,
this broken piece
of humanity.
There’s nothing left
to be sorry about anymore.
There she lies,
the best of the dying.
The slowest, softest suicide
to have ever been made.
There she lies,
screaming and crying.
Don’t get too close
or she’ll drag you down too.
Don’t get too close.
She’ll take you along.
Bright
Eyed Naïve
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