Bmth Deathbeds Lyrics Novels & Stories

“ Sorry, Miss, “ The nurses said in fear. “ Get out for the last time “ Bianca yelled angrily in her wheelchair. She was in pain but didn't want to break down in front of the nurses. “ The last time we left your sight, you attempted suicide if we didn't rush in on time by now you wouldn't be alive. I am sorry but we can’t leave you “ The senior nurse said. “ I would rather die than remain in this condition for the rest of my life “ Bianca muttered angrily with her veins out. “ You can't die now because you are a child of destiny, “ Gwen said from the door as she walked in with Ricardo. They heard everything she said and Gwen felt pity for her. “ You are destined to live and not to die. It's

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

"Your mother was a casualty. Collateral damage if you will. And you, sweetheart, are about to be yet another." "Ginevra, enough!" Father yelled suddenly, then turned to me, a small breath escaping him. "Your mother died due to an accident." "Because they blocked every path in the city! Because they took the sick man who agreed to donate his heart! Are you really going to overlook that?" "Yes," he said simply, like he was answering to something as simple as wanting extra sugar with his customary afternoon tea. "Dad," I said, my voice low.

*"You cannot wield it!" "I don't need to," I say, snapping the baton over my knee. --- **The Silence** The storm collapses, the lightning dissipating into static. The Maestro screams, his form unraveling into shards of light and shadow. *"This is not the end!"* he roars, his voice fracturing. *"The symphony is eternal!"* The shards scatter, the storm fading to a dull hum. Eden collapses, the melody in his veins quieting. His scars are raw, his breathing shallow.

Understanding. He caught the look and shook his head sharply. “Don’t,” he warned. “Don’t look at me like that. I made my bed a long time ago. I’m not asking for your pity… or your forgiveness.” Silence. The only sound was the soft hiss of his cigarette burning down to the filter. Finally, he stubbed it out, sighing deeply. “It’s only a matter of time before he finds you,” he said quietly. “But not tonight. Tonight, you’re safe.”

Were they afraid I might fall to my death, or were they hoping for it? I was certain it was the latter. I spread my arms wide and with my eyes turning red, I opened my mouth, allowing the winds to carry my words to them down below Let it rain, hail and brimstone, My dead bones has risen, I’ve returned, the unforgiven dead. By ash and bone, by blood and blight, I call the darkness to take its bite. Let sickness rot their flesh and breath, Let every dawn bring closer death. Let fever scorch their brittle veins,

"And if I don't listen to you, if I hit the road again, then I'm probably gonna die." "We're all going to die, Ted. But yes, the end would come sooner for you, and it would likely be preceded by a great deal of pain and suffering." "Huh." His eyes flickered between Gram and Pop and me. "Would I be in this hospital bed the whole time?"

I let the low melody of the music playing over the radio invade the sepulchre of that moment, after all, that's what we looked like. Two dead people. The harmony of What's Left from Three Doors Down resonated ironically, almost like a punch of truths scattered through every word Brad Arnold sang. "It's time for me to let you go, that's what we have to do. It's time to give this up, I think we already knew that. There's nothing left for us to talk about, there's nothing left to prove." Perfect timing, isn't it? Life is a succession of debauched events that play out right in front of you, leaving you only to accept that perhaps nothing can be done except accept the rules of the game.

" But death is important, it's like life itself, you cannot defy death. " " I can do anything now, I'm just waiting for your acceptance. " .................... To be continued

It feels like my lungs are filled with water, I couldn’t breath. Is it too late now? I put my right feet forward. Can I go back? I take one step followed by the next. I don’t want to die. I walk faster until I come running. And while I ran I heard a song play, but I guess it should not bother me anymore now that I know I am dead. Stand by Me By Oasis Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day