Throb

It's dark 

Sore hearts 

We wail not out of pain but mercy 

We ask of what he did

Why so early he had to go 

Death doesn't smile, no smug 

The dark magic knows not mercy, ponders on the blood of us feeble 

He sets with the sun and pretends to slumber 

Then attacks when we all lie tired and unaware 

Sore hearts 

We wail for the lost faith 

We deserved a proper goodbye 

The best smiles come in the last of days 

Best memories are truly a sign, why'd you never tell us 

Saw the dawn in you, said your dreams would change the world 

Then it heard you; darkness sharpened it's blade and struck 

Made you leave so early, didn't care of earthly tasks 

Our hearts are sore 

Tears of mercy 

Throb...

It could have been me 

It could have been him or her 

It chose you and we talk not of it 

Because whenever we do that; it hurts even more... 

© amimoh