Her Majesty- Death

It's always when the clock hits twelve

Her blur, her mind, her silhouette,

Just when you thought you had it all

She came and drilled through your heart a hole.

 

I always knew the truth hits clear

Like bright blue skies, when no clouds appear.

Telling me tender to soften my hopes

Pulling me closer, all nervous, of course.

 

You know how to tell when somebody dies?

Their eyes have clear features, which burn through your eyes.

It's hard to forget them at night and at noon

You'll always think of them when looking at the moon.

 

I happened to hear the screams of hysterics

The pain, the fear, the helplessness mares.

All pain, and still grieving I will sign with my blood

That people can die of a broken heart.

 

L