Black Life
The darkness deep in your soul it lies
You don't show it but I can see it in your eyes
As the black crow wispers the death sound
Darness falls all around
Sometimes you don't feel worthy of your life
You take a deep look at our knife
As you enter the dark cold and black life......
The darkness deep in your soul it lies
You don't show it but I can see it in your eyes
As the black crow wispers the death sound
Darness falls all around
Sometimes you don't feel worthy of your life
You take a deep look at our knife
As you enter the dark cold and black life......
Soul Taker
It's my job,
My only destiny.
Manegment choose me for it,
I had no say.
It began on a fateful day,
One of great exceptions.
To a party I was going,
With my family i was in tow.
Along the dirt road we drove,
Talking and thinking about
What was to come,
But we were not seer's.
I opened my mouth once more,
Though I did not know it would be
My last and yet my first.
I did not know.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
We all become what we were,
Though for some, not right away.
I looked down at the wreck from
Above, twisted metal and
Blood.
My soul still here but gone.
My body a shell, and empty container,
My true being still here, looking like my
Former body,
Former shell.
I look to the sky and see the clouds,
I look down and see sorrow, unhappiness.
But my parent's realize what went on,
They see my two being's seperated.
So I live my life, aging like those around me,
But not really gettting old,
Alway's waited down by my death,
And the grief of those i love.
My body, discarded,
My true being, still here.
Emptying those who are leaving too,
But do not stay here like me.
They go where they go natrually,
They do not stay here to empty
And take.
They are not in limbo.
Eventually, i will be sent,
My soul finally collected by someone
I probally no.
And I will be given a pension of sort's.
But no one know's what life is like over
There.
Not even us, the soul takers,
The "Grim Reaper's" or "emptier" of sort's.
So we wait,
In a pool of our own sorrow,
Despair,
and content.
Surely I will leave,
But not before managment
Is happy with what I do,
And who I empty.
My soul intact,
My being, whole.
But i must wait,
And do my harrowing job.
It's my job,
My only destiny.
Manegment choose me for it,
I had no say.
It began on a fateful day,
One of great exceptions.
To a party I was going,
With my family i was in tow.
Along the dirt road we drove,
Talking and thinking about
What was to come,
But we were not seer's.
I opened my mouth once more,
Though I did not know it would be
My last and yet my first.
I did not know.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
We all become what we were,
Though for some, not right away.
I looked down at the wreck from
Above, twisted metal and
Blood.
My soul still here but gone.
My body a shell, and empty container,
My true being still here, looking like my
Former body,
Former shell.
I look to the sky and see the clouds,
I look down and see sorrow, unhappiness.
But my parent's realize what went on,
They see my two being's seperated.
So I live my life, aging like those around me,
But not really gettting old,
Alway's waited down by my death,
And the grief of those i love.
My body, discarded,
My true being, still here.
Emptying those who are leaving too,
But do not stay here like me.
They go where they go natrually,
They do not stay here to empty
And take.
They are not in limbo.
Eventually, i will be sent,
My soul finally collected by someone
I probally no.
And I will be given a pension of sort's.
But no one know's what life is like over
There.
Not even us, the soul takers,
The "Grim Reaper's" or "emptier" of sort's.
So we wait,
In a pool of our own sorrow,
Despair,
and content.
Surely I will leave,
But not before managment
Is happy with what I do,
And who I empty.
My soul intact,
My being, whole.
But i must wait,
And do my harrowing job.
