Freedom? What is that?
Perhaps it is something that a magician has in the hat?
Surely our freedom is not life,
The aches, the pains, to die by no more than a knife.
I look for an escape from left to right,
But there is no way out from the knifes sharp bite.
It digs in deeper, piercing my flesh and blood,
My blood then flows like that of a flood.
It burned then, like the fire on a grill,
My life had just begun to go uphill.
My entire left side went numb,
Yet I continued to wait for you to come.
Little did I know that you wouldnt be there,
Until its too late, then youre beside me, stroking my hair.
Your body burned with the heat of your passion,
Hotter than the fire, in your sense of fashion.
The knife then dug deeper, into the bone now,
Im gone already, I couldnt come back anyhow.
I look into your face, your tears streaking down the side,
The smoothness of its flow, more than all others could abide.
The burning heat then gets cold,
Colder than ice, with death as a mold.
I can see him now, the bringer of death,
He came rigidly, eager for my last breath.
I cannot look away, I try with my strength,
But the power is too strong, and even in length.
Suddenly flashes of visions came forward,
It was as if a door had been busted inward.
The visions were of life and death and many things,
And death carried me away gently, and on swift wings.
My spirit flies higher, getting further away,
I am dead now, I can no longer stay.
The line of the heart monitor is flat,
More solid than your metal baseball bat.
The people are now frantically running,
As if a swarm of bees had come in to sting.
You check my pulse but there is none,
I may have well been shot with a gun.
I dont even have a single heartbeat,
To stay alive this long was an amazing feat.
The tears in your eyes streak faster down your face,
You are suddenly aware of my passing to grace.
You find it harder to believe with each passing second,
You still recall it from when I beckoned.
It is as unreal to you as playing in a band,
You still love me too much to fully understand.
Then it seemed to hit you all at once,
I will never be back, as if I were a dunce.
You cry harder now, but it wont bring me back,
You know this, as do I, and it ties you up in a sack.
Then my body slowly begins to lift,
Getting lighter and lighter, like given a flying gift.
I pass through each moment in my life,
Even through when the guy had a knife.
From the time I met you to the time we first kissed,
At that sweet moment nothing was missed.
From the time I said I love you, to the time you told me too.
From the happiest moment,
To saddest that came and went.
Tears now fill my eyes,
Or should I say my spirits, for the body has passed away.
I think that now I know what a soul is,
A spirit in a body, waiting to be free.
Mine is free now, and yours will be too,
And on that day nothing but the sky will be blue.
We will be together once again,
To sign our names in heaven, with the only holy pen.