All the willows are weeping this cold winter morning
As I shamble and ramble along
The world is still sleeping despite all the breaking
As my heart and my life come undone
The chill of the wind bites into my soul
I don't know where to go
Excepts towards you
And I know that you're here and you're holding my heart
As I lift up this weary song on this lonely road
The chill of the wind bites into my soul
I don't know where to go
Excepts towards you
The love that you ask of me is love that you give me
You view me as a son
I don't know
What am I getting into?
With reckless love
It's splitting my world in two
Who are you?
You're the way
And you show me how to live
Truth
Never failing to forgive
Life
And you're so much bigger than this
Than this
Than this
The way
Showing me how to live
Truth
Always you forgive
Life
So much bigger than any of this
Any of this
You are the light of the world and of heaven
That much I have known
But I'm the light of the world
A light meant to be shown
I will go
About the Creator
Alan John
I'm a Virginia based writer/musician looking to find my place in this wild wild world.
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm2 days ago in Fiction
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