The Last Tone

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With heartless Moons and crying Stars.

I watch in fear as you fall.

Falling in the darkness of the unknown.

With crows crowing your last tone.

The breath fades away from your lips.

And I can see your soul grow cold with your fingertips.

And you scream out for a hero and find a man standing all alone.

And thoughts of the warm home come to mind.

And it all seems to disappear with the running time.

And you stop screaming as the light fades away.

And I could see on your lips, the last words, Good-Bye.

And when you're about to die.

All you see is the darkness and nothing more.

You're just dead, a cold slab on the floor.

No heaven for peace, nothing more then an empty shell.

And not even the suffering taken from the gates of Hell.

To slip into the great oblivion and to never feel again.

Now is that a true death?

Knowing that there is no afterlife?

That's the question I wonder as you fall.

Slowly growing small and small.

I could hear your Momma crying.

Wishing I was the one that was dying.

People think that you fell from a high place.

But the truth is that you fell from a cold place.

The coldness of the room at the hospital with no loving care.

It was all to much for me to bare.

I walked through those halls that seemed to go on forever.

I didn't know what to feel.

Couldn't believe this was real.

What was going on with my life.

Why did you have do that?

What did you have to prove to me?

This couldn't be real, it just couldn’t be.

Why the fuck did you have to do that?

What, proving that you had my back?

God damn it you stupid girl.

You had the fucking world.

But I guess you had to prove something?

Well, you did, you're about to die.

And I can see everybody looking at me.

Thinking where's my tears.

I don't give a damn about the tears.

You left me all alone, I lost my friend.

And what happened to us and always being together until the end?

And now I look at you in that bed.

Looking out the window and looking for something.

Anything, anything that would explain this to me.

Why did you have to drive so damn fast.

Why did there have to be a tree.

And all those songs about lost loved ones came to view.

And I knew through and through, I'd miss you.

You were always the strongest of us two.

Never even blinked in the face of danger.

And laugh in the face of death.

And you were there when I had my solo.

Cheering me from the crowd.

Even though you were getting a little to loud.

You always stood next to me.

Always there for me.

And some people thought we were going out.

But when you kissed that girl in the quad, there was doubt.

God damn it girl, my heart burns.

Why couldn't it have been my turn.

I close my eyes and hold your hand.

And remember are little rock band.

Water slips from my eye and down my arm.

And I look at the tattoo I placed on your arm.

And I remember all the good times we had.

And the parties we threw at our pad.

But they all burned away with an icy touch.

I love you so much.

With heartless Moons and crying Stars.

I watch in fear as you fall.

Falling in the darkness of the unknown.

With crows crowing your last tone.

The breath fades away from your lips.

And I can see your soul grow cold with your fingertips.

And you scream out for a hero and find a man standing all alone.

As the crows sings your last tone.......


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YDDYDDabout 20 years ago
A rant at death

I like your ending, "the crows sings your last tone", but shouldn't subject and verb agree?

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