-Two-thousand Year Old Lie-

Rip the flesh from what you live,
Tearing years of work, piece by piece
Live by the lie, die by

The night time reveals too us lucky few that lie awake,
Searching for sleep without ever finding it
A beauty known only by

There is no pain greater on God's green earth
Than knowing that there will be no more words
Of love, of promise, of conversation
Between

A winter without snow
Is a death without a funeral.
The time to stop and reflect
As the white flakes cover our souls
In peaceful

He said:

If I could die tonight I would,
just willing my heartbeat to cease,
and breathing my last breathe,
deep and slow, calm,