Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!

I lie on my bed A pen in my hand My brain does not stand I cant use my hand I don’t understand

We’ve lost ones before And in future lose. But now what we store, Bring in through this door Is ours now to choose.

In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away

It was a dark room, but she was br… There was only nothing in this roo… I could see her eyes. I could se… All her radiance felt warm. Soot… I craved her warmth. I walked to…

We all have our kingdom, We all had a childhood inside, One that, when seems to be forgott… Surprises us with the gift of life And It is clean

I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture

I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used

Question told me as she spoke Answer now for Question’s sake She knew that she would provoke Messy questions Question made Question rode her Answer horse

Am I blind or deaf? Am I seeing right? A so beauty sight A sound like a breath And eyes oh so bright?