I don't care how you do it just save me...
It sounds like there is a ghost inside my head, whisper to the living tell them I am dead.
Hello, you, it was funny how you could never reach me. I am the invisible guy, I can't be found, I am pale.
Cook me up a bit of hot food, a bit of a bite, a steaming plate of potatoes and steak a portion of peas and carrots.
What can you see inside these eyes of mine, a well cooked world, a platter full of flesh, a roast duck and a leg of lamb?
Sometimes I wish the sun could stay forever. Sometimes I wish I would never die and that I know in a minute or two that I would keep on living. Maybe that is what is exciting that any second I could die, and so I try to live like I could die. I revel in the sweetness of my world, a smile, a warm hug, a soft kiss, a memory of a life time. Sometimes the eyes are what tells when to move on, a park walk, a long summer snooze, the eye says it is time to move on.
Heaven is the sunset, a walk in the night, a cool summers evening a mother's delight.