Novel & Cerita Deathbeds Bmth Lyrics

There was no ointment, so I gave up and fell asleep like that. In the middle of the night, a high fever dragged me out of sleep. My throat burned like fire. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. It was Kian. He sat hunched over, carefully applying ointment to the bruises on my arm. I watched him quietly. “Kian, I’m dying. Will you grant me one last wish?” His hand paused. “Stop talking nonsense. What wish?” “Let me leave this place. I don’t want to die here, and I don’t want any of you at my funeral.”

Please, let me see you one more time! "I know no one in the world has ever loved me more than you. I hate myself so much. Scott, I miss you. Please don't leave me." The wind picked up. Ms. Kinsley opened the urn, and pale ash began to scatter in the wind. Monique screamed and tried to lunge forward but was pinned to the ground on her knees. I thanked the system from the void. "Monique, let's never meet again." As Monique let out a heart-wrenching cry, I scattered with the wind. No one in the world would remember me anymore.

I always thought I’d die satisfied with my reign, with what I am leaving behind, but at this very moment I realise just how less I have actually lived. Regret that I will never be able to express the way I feel for the pretty little blond princess who turned out to be mine, regret that I’ll never hear her whisper those three words to me… I’ll die with her heart-wrenching screams in my ear… I wish someone told the living that when we are dying don’t scream, don’t tell us to come back, but tell us how you feel and that we’ll meet again. I wish… I had more time, but the poison is spreading through me rapidly. I’ll be dead before they can help me…

Nothing existed in the space—no walls, no air, no warmth. There was no water, but he felt like he was drowning. No fire, yet his body burned. And though there was no wind, an icy chill crept into his fingers. “This isn’t even funny…” His eyes stared blankly into the nothingness, expressionless. His soul—silent. The kind of silence that screamed louder than any noise. Not even in dreams could he find light. This was more than a nightmare. “I don’t even know my purpose… why do I need to live?” he whispered, leaning his head back as if asking the universe why he couldn’t just die.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

"Ms. Griffin, are you the one who scheduled the death care service?" I nodded and pointed weakly at a cardboard box nearby. "After I pass away, please play everything in this box at my funeral." After I finished speaking, my hand dropped to my side. I heard the man sigh beside me. "Ms. Griffin, you've been through a lot in this life. Leave the rest to me."

I yelled Cause everything is pissing me off its itching me " 🎶Go to sleep baby my little girl🎶 🎶Sleep tight baby I love you🎶 🎶Go to sleep baby ….🎶 🎶Go to sleep baby……🎶 🎶I love you……..🎶 She sang and i started having flash backs , she was in it , I was laying down and she was singing No it can be my mum is dead it can't be shes alive . They were both shot in my presence With that I blacked out. What a life!!!!!!

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'd rather die Than give up the fight

My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat. I have fought so true as my heart beats. Go away memory, go away, go away! Leave with my soul as my body falls in the hay. Let there be strown on my lonely grave. Honor me as a friend, a warrior so brave. Tis, my last words shall be brought forth. As the deadly solstice forest embraces my fate. Remember me. Remember me, with or without grace...