Death is but an absence
Of the mind’s activity
While held in captivity
Of the depreciating body
That it used to control.
Death is but an absence
Of the mind’s activity
While held in captivity
Of the depreciating body
That it used to control.
I see a girl with emerald eyes
That glisten and ensnare
The world with it’s skies
Without the slightest care,
Free from what’s soon to destroy her.
I see a girl with eyes so cool
For they’ve seen the world fall
To armies so cruel
That they’ll take it all
Away for the chance to entrap her.
I see you with your eyes cast down
A single glance and I peruse
A distinctly permanent frown
From the emotional abuse
That you let yourself go through.