the dream; maybe more

His eyes were bright blue, so intense i could hardly look at them but i couldn't turn my gaze away at the same time. They are like a newborn baby's eyes but more alive and so fresh. He sat in the corner watching himself decay, assuring himself that he was going to be ok, but knowing in his heart what was soon approaching.

He is with everyone he know who has passed away but doesn't concern himself too much with them; he has a lot to do there. He is very busy. He sarted to cry when I told him how badly hurt you are and he said not to be afraid to look for him and "see" him. He said you need to open your eyes.

He says there are so many better ways to get around where he is. I went on to ask him more questions about life after death and he smiled and told me he knew what I was trying to do and he left...

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golden skin, transluscent lips
eyes are lost and sad
body's frail, mind is fading fast

broken soul
he gives up
it's time to go

Put your hand upon his chest
feels his heart
as it slows and skips

Feel his last breath upon your cheek
put your lips to his head
one last kiss, skin is cold

warm his skin with your tears
once was golden
now is grey
he is gone
don't know what to say....