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Welcome to the EndWelcome to the End
My Angel, she pressed her lips to mine.
The gift she left me then was just so divine
There was nothing I could do as my Angel turned to leave,
Nothing, as I watched her spread her wings and learn to fly.
She left me in this world of hell
And she left me to frolic in paradise.
She left me - left her body but took her soul,
To join the chorus up above on the cloudy atoll.
I swear to you, the heavens as my witness
That when my Angel turned to leave that day in the rain,
The Devil himself could never be so eager
As he gripped my shoulder and whispered to me;
Welcome to the end.
Welcome to the end, he whispered.
Welcome to the end, where I am all and God is none.
Where the demons sing and the angels scream,
Where souls lie buried and their vessels roam free.
This is the end, he pointed with a bony hand
Which peeked out from his tattered black sleeve.
This is the end, where it rains of fire, never water,
Where your nightmares rove free.
Come and take a walk with me, he per
Shadow of the DayShadow of the Day Linkin Park
He sat on the edge of his bed with his hands folded and his forehead on his fists, looking down at the floor. His room was lit only by the setting sun, but he didn't care.
He looked up and across the room to his dresser where framed photos stood among the massive clutter. His eyes became wet, his chin quivered; their wedding, their New Years kiss, the beach, and so much more. As he looked at each, he broke further down. The tears began streaming down his face.
A siren sounded outside, bringing him out of his sorrow momentarily. He got up and walked to his window. The fainting light shaped the shadow of his
What Sarah Said What Sarah Said - Death Cab for Cutie
I was there in a heartbeat,
But you were already leaving.
They said you were too far away now.
They told me you might not be coming back.
They let me in anyway,
And, with tears running down my cheeks,
The only thing I could focus on
Was you, as you drifted away.
And the world seemed to float away
As the fear consumed me.
And suddenly, I remembered what Sarah said.
"Love is watching someone die."
And I realize now what she meant,
As I moved from reality to a far away world,
Which is perfect, consisting of just you and I.
I know now what she meant.
I watched their attempts to revive you,
And listened to the heart monitor
Beeping with each heartbeat,
Slowing; gradually leaving.
I don't remember answering the Doctor's questions.
I couldn't; it wasn't possible.
I couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe,
And I couldn't take my eyes off you.
Love is watching someone die.
I remembered al
I...eel so dis...nected
I ca....hold on...more...
I'm...ving towar...he edge.
Just...ew steps to g...
...afraid of...y dreams.
Th...ghtmares are ...ing...
...think this...s the end...
I ca...can't h...hold on.....
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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