It’s the thoughts of a poets last word
That gives comfort to the fallen
Dead, silent and ever changing
The beauty in sound of death

It’s not the monsters under your bed
Nor the creatures in your closet
That makes you fear
Just look into those eyes beside you

When would this wounds become scars?
For I wish not to die a scarless man
A lonesome soul
With nothing to loose

Teach me what is love
For what is real to me
What I see as love
Is nothing but a grain of sand on that vast beach of yours

Heaven carry me away
Away from the pain
From this world I can never understand
From myself

And to you..
I wish I didn’t feel for you anymore..