drowninglotus

For Corey

Once you asked how I would die
Assuming death could come to me
There was pain in my answer of pain
You heard it without a sound
Now you ask how I will live
Assuming the answer would be different
But your heart tells you all will be the same
As if I speak from your heart
A tortured soul has everything to give
Its sorrow born of boundless love
A tortured soul must die as it lives
And live knowing it will die