Souvenir
An illusion, a state of purgatory
A frenzy of thoughts and confusion arrays
While I see myself, lying on the bed
At the corner of the walls, emitting a squall
Am I alive?
Would you remember if I died?
Will the memories of everything with everyone be seized?
Am I in line, to be put out of the sun?
For the reapers to come, for the death chords to strum
Death is not the greatest loss in life
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live in this cruel world
Is this absolution or a sentence to wither away?
Reach out as I descend into darkness
Come undone, conscience fading
In death, I bestow upon you; a souvenir
The memory of a fleeting soul
Who wanders around, got nowhere to go
As he looks around and questions himself
Did he weave around the essence of life?
For the times he had, for the life he molds
For his work his craft, for the love he had
A souvenir
To remember me by
For the times we had; now goodbye
"Death is not the greatest loss in life
The greatest loss is what dies inside us"
(A souvenir
To remember me by,
For the times we had; now goodbye)
Is this absolution or a sentence to wither away?
(Your time has come to slowly fade to grey)
Reach out as I descend into darkness
(Take my hand and I will take your pain)
My death; a souvenir
A frenzy of thoughts and confusion arrays
While I see myself, lying on the bed
At the corner of the walls, emitting a squall
Am I alive?
Would you remember if I died?
Will the memories of everything with everyone be seized?
Am I in line, to be put out of the sun?
For the reapers to come, for the death chords to strum
Death is not the greatest loss in life
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live in this cruel world
Is this absolution or a sentence to wither away?
Reach out as I descend into darkness
Come undone, conscience fading
In death, I bestow upon you; a souvenir
The memory of a fleeting soul
Who wanders around, got nowhere to go
As he looks around and questions himself
Did he weave around the essence of life?
For the times he had, for the life he molds
For his work his craft, for the love he had
A souvenir
To remember me by
For the times we had; now goodbye
"Death is not the greatest loss in life
The greatest loss is what dies inside us"
(A souvenir
To remember me by,
For the times we had; now goodbye)
Is this absolution or a sentence to wither away?
(Your time has come to slowly fade to grey)
Reach out as I descend into darkness
(Take my hand and I will take your pain)
My death; a souvenir
Credits
Writer(s): Magistricide
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