i feel death coming,
i see the signs,
i feel the cold chilling air by my side.
another dream in which I've died,
is that a sign?
nothing makes sense anymore.
i count myself to sleep.
morning to the souls,
hello to this empty world.
i will put a spell on you
the day you decide to tell me you lied.
the sky will cry,
the wind will blow,
the sun will hide,
the sky will cry
i will put a spell on you
and watch you crawl back.
gothic fairy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sky-will-cry-2/
