It seems that in order to live a happy and peaceful life, I had to die and get rid of many things that were unwanted about both myself and those around me. Here are some words about the "friends" from my "Past" life...
Reborn:
Laying in my own blood
Looking at the night
Wondering what will come next
A bright beam of light
Or the fire that burns ones soul
The ground rips open
Sounds of wings fill the air
I look away for I dare not stare
Demons they stand above me
Looking down at me
As so many have before
Words were then said
Unclear to me
Whispers, so hard to hear
Slowly I turn my head to see
The fear that lives inside of me
Pain flows through my body
The demons they tear at my eyes
How dare you! How dare you try to see
Blackness fills my body
As, I take my last breath
The demon's laughter so familiar
People that I once called friends.
Reborn:
Laying in my own blood
Looking at the night
Wondering what will come next
A bright beam of light
Or the fire that burns ones soul
The ground rips open
Sounds of wings fill the air
I look away for I dare not stare
Demons they stand above me
Looking down at me
As so many have before
Words were then said
Unclear to me
Whispers, so hard to hear
Slowly I turn my head to see
The fear that lives inside of me
Pain flows through my body
The demons they tear at my eyes
How dare you! How dare you try to see
Blackness fills my body
As, I take my last breath
The demon's laughter so familiar
People that I once called friends.
