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

Toward death. Toward final confrontation with a beast that won't stay dead. The baby sleeps peacefully in my arms. Don't know what we'll find up there. Don't know if we'll survive. But I know we got to try. For her. For the world. For each other. Even if it kills us. Especially then.

They unbuttoned his shirt the moment his breathing slow down as if it would cease soon. "Please, please…" I had no idea to whom I was pleading. "Can somebody feel Titan? Please reach out to Titan!" I knew this time I was screaming. Was this it? Was this the part where I had to say goodbye? Was this why he kept saying I was beautiful? Was he about to say that the only thing separating us is death? No! No! No! Please, I’m not ready yet!

Amidst his laughter, I could hear him drawing deep, ragged breaths. “Are you feeling good?” Bellamy asked quietly, his voice a low murmur. “We shouldn’t let death come between us.” His words chilled me, a dark promise lingering in the air. “I’ll track you down, and Gray and Jonah will be right behind. Yeah, we’ll all be there. You’re someone who holds a special place in the eyes of the Goddess.”

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.

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,

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.

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