In Your Arms
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All aware, still here
In all conscious
Still to get the hold of my breath
Losing my conscience
Feeling all numb
Thinking how would I die?
A romantic death?
When he would be holding my waist
Looking at each other’s eyes
Rolling tears turning ice
I don’t need the luxury of pottery barn
I would want to die in your arms.
An adventurous death?
I would feel my body to be stiff
When they would push me from the cliff
Hoping i would return as it is
But then the knife of air would cut the rope
And i see the waves in a hope
Telling the sea not to be calm
I would want to die in your arms.
A silent death?
Lying on my bed
My blood playing the part
The flow slows itself down
As if it is to drown
The death will lose its charm
Still telling the bed that
I would want to die in your arms.
A suicidal death?
In some depression
A gloomy mood
Gulping the tablets
When the sun rises
Not even listening to the alarm
Telling the dawn
I would want to die in your arms!
