Poetic Antic {Page 81}

Demise

It's just a lie, a lie

There's no truth behind it

If memory serves me right

I could just forget about it

Somehow I find, I find myself

Thinking of your eyes

And the way you use them

To make me shiver and smile

I'm so high above the sky

So happy I could die alive

I fly high, higher than the clouds

I look down below, you're gone