Blood of the fallen
I hear voices callin'
Now I'm just stallin'
Refusing to go
Glowing soft light
Finds me at night
And gives me a fright
I'm afraid to go
Now angered voices
Giving me choices
Suddenly there's noises
I will not go
They grip my wrists
In anger I hiss
They swing their fists
You can't make me go
Pulled up above
Without any love
With the wings of a dove
I was forced to go
A poem about not wanting to die, I guess...
I hear voices callin'
Now I'm just stallin'
Refusing to go
Glowing soft light
Finds me at night
And gives me a fright
I'm afraid to go
Now angered voices
Giving me choices
Suddenly there's noises
I will not go
They grip my wrists
In anger I hiss
They swing their fists
You can't make me go
Pulled up above
Without any love
With the wings of a dove
I was forced to go
A poem about not wanting to die, I guess...





















