Am I supposed to web these words around my head
Like a spinner of fleeting dreams
Are these thoughts supposed to drop in with stealth
Dancing out of reach with the knowledge of its meaning

Would the world spin if no one were upon it
Would I still cry even if no one could ever hear
You like to think that no one will forget you
But they won’t remember the last thing about you in a year

After death, who will carry my words
Will they burn them to counter their tears?
Will they be preserved and held close
Cause in life I always kept them near

Would the rain still fall if no one needed water
Would the sun still shine if our blood ran cold
You like to think that the skies are crying for you
But it’s only because you wake up with teary eyes when you have no one to hold

Who has all the pieces
To fit together in order to find the words
That will be come a part of me, these memories
Flit away on the wings of birds

If all the world were silent would my heart still sing
Would the night be faster if I had someone to spend it with
The walls seems closer with only me taking up space inside
So I’ll slip this out before I die, sealed with a tear and a deathly kiss.