Fundamental Suffering

In seconds life is fading,
the question of death needs not answering.
Flowers in the grave.
Procession proceeds...through the day.

Feed the sparrow, the flesh of angel wings.
Beauty follows the blood of amity.
Decomposing, its turning into nothing
Finality is choking everything

The wind of silence blows.
Onto the faces of your dying hopes.
As the torture grows.
The river of the dead man flows.

Feed the sparrow, the flesh of angel wings.
Beauty follows the blood of amity.
Decomposing, its turning into nothing
Finality is choking everything

The sky turns red as the pedals close,
erasing the day but thru a cloud of smoke.
Something i will never understand and never be a part of.
as your voice stops and i become dust.