WHAT LIFE SEEMS

LIFE SEEMS TO ME LIKE A SKYSCRAPER, DAUBED IN DREAM.

LET ACID THE DAYS WITH TEARS.
LET MIX THE SORROW INTO HAPPINESS.
LET'S FORGET, THERE ARE THOUSAND REASONS TO SMILE,
AND ACKNOWLEDGE, PAIN SMEARS SUNSHINE.

WHEN THE LIFE GETS THRASHED UPON THE GROUND, 
FROM THAT TOWER, I'VE SEEN THE BLOOD BOTCHED HANDS
THAT ONCE PAINTED SUNSHINE, SECONDS AND MINUTES TINGED 
WITH HUES....

DEATH WAS A DREAM FOR HER.
AND  SHE SIMPLY WANTED TO MAKE IT REAL.

SO, IN MORGUE, NOW,THERE SHE STARES WITH HALF CLOSED EYES.
AS IF TO PLUNGE INTO THE OCEAN FOR FROTHING STREAM.

HOW MANY TIMES I'VE PRESSED THE SIGNS TO DECIPHER,
TO GET THE MEANING OF DEATH.
DOES DEATH BRINGS REDEMPTION
OR SIMPLY ELUDES TO FAIL?
IN SMILE, I'VE WITNESSED THE  RELIEF OF CONVERSION,
FROM LIFE INTO DEATHLY ASHES.
SHE WOULD SPEAK WITH THOUSAND 
TWINKLING OF EYES-PERHAPS REELING IN PAIN
NEEDS DEATH, TO ESCALATE ; TO FEEL THE TEARS OF WHOM,
SHE USED TO EMBRACE.

SO LET CROSS THE FINGERS,
LET ASSIMILATE AFFLICTIONS ,
LET MAKE AN ODE IN SPITE OF  
DEATH'S CLAIM ON DIRGE.
LET SURRENDER TO THE INQUISITIVE KNIFE.
LET HUNGER BE SUBDUED AND
RATTLING BONES FALL APART.

LIFE SEEMS A WORDLESS SPEECH, DROWNING BREATH.,
IN THE HANDS OF UNDERTAKER.