Feinbhas a Ghabhail
Suffocate in water graves.
As I stare in disbelief, blood drains from open wrists.
A silent prayer, concentrate on death's sweet kiss.
For the pain is far too great
And the love is far too late
To keep breath upon my lips.
A world of flowers dead,
A world of truth unsaid.
Too many days alone
The moonlight shines below.
A sign to let me know
My soul is not my own.
And dreams of happiness,
And dreams of all I wished
Together died in the depths of your abyss.
To worry does no good for a death not understood.
This life should not have been.
The rain in endless fall, a cry to one and all.
Is death from suffering a sin?
A whisper in my ear takes hold
My deepest fear.
The tomb beckons my name.
For once the cut is made, a slice of cold steel blade
Air and ground feel not the same.
Words torment, inscribed in sin, actions are brisk, bring final end.
Water turns red, turns life to dust, dust is nothing.
Darkness left.
Mourners in black, laugh at the wake,
treason of love, dead heart now aches.
Solace.. alone.. forever.