Dying is a must

The color is seeping through the cracks

as grey and black course through my veins.

Its just another broken holiday here,

or at best it is just a game...

As his voice echoes in hollowed ears

her screams fall silently down.

Your not in Gods house any more

they say as you watch your angel hit the ground.

All I ever see here is black and white...

and a subtle mixture of the two.

I sit and watch my skin crawl

as I slowly get closer to you. 

Suddenly a broken stare looks at me,

and for just a moment I can feel the pain.

Then reality subsides...

as I start to fell the trickle of the rain. 

The thunder suddenly breaks the silence

as the frozen wind ignites the lust.

I know now if living here is possible...

then dying is a must.