Death

And there was I
in the middle of it all
watching everything
dead pass by before my eyes

And there were you
in the middle of it all
watching… me
and death was your name

And there were booth
win tears of blood
falling from our eyes
watching how they die
without reason at all

And then, when everything end
when that light came from the nothing
and then all the darkness
you step at my side
to tell me something

And when you was about to talk
everything vanish in the air
the only thing I got from you now
it’s your name… Death​

 

* Se muy poco en cuanto al idioma Ingles se refiere, no estoy seguro si lo que escribo esta bien escrito, o si tiene el sentido que le quiero dar, lo que se de ingles lo he aprendido por mi propia cuanta, asi que si detectan algun error en mi escritura les pido me lo hagan saber para poder corregirlo... gracias*

 

For me it's very cool
I understand what you trying to say(white)
It's a Great poem
Her name (I said her 'coz that's the way that I see it)
always will be in the ripple of our lips.
Regards​