Odem

Will you still be there when I fade away? Does it feel that strage when we die? Would I give my last breathe for new life? Is this how it's supposed to be? Sometimes I feel it tearing me apart. Bloodless claws ripping my chest. Sometimes I miss the piano tunes in the dark, dark room. A lifeless mind cannot comprehend, prison following wherever it goes. But every now and then I stop, listening to you from far away. The stars still turn. The air still flows. And I give in , give everything for a new beginning.