the darkness that defines me
the soft words that define me
the thought of another soul
reaping through the sorrow’s gold
The gold of the sad one
once thriving to hold onto a loved one
the sorrow of the sad one
was from the lost of the danity one
the girl that danced in the white dress
along the flower beds
she was oh so gracious
Now she is gone no longer in her white dress
but in a robe of blackness
at death’s door
calling to all those who mourn
I stand there
so weak and frail
reaping through the treasures
the thoughts and the pleasures,
the happy endings
the words unsaid
all end in a final thread
I can hear sorrow’s loved one
calling from beyond the gun
Her voice is like a cry
telling me so many lies
offering death to me
so cold and unpleasantly
but the offer is nothing to be refused
these sorrow’s have left me in the blues
death is now a comforting gesture
even to the young who often live with pleasure
the darkness of the gracious one
carried me away
off to her grave
where I lay
and will forever stay
