Alis Volat Propris

He was dead
I knew he was
But it didn't register
When your life line
is Cut
Your veins
Your very soul
Well...I should have been dead too
I stared at hi m
Feeling my own pulse
Before his - my own flesh
It had to be hell
But he stopped breathing
He left me
I never left him
Why did he leave me here?
What did he know
That I do not?
He.left.me.
I am alive, how?
Home has always been
Whenever I'm with him
Home will be dying
I don't expect anyone
to understand
they wont
you wont
don't try to make sense
of it
death is home
death is the reunion
death is life
one day, but
not today
it's not hard to live
in this life
knowing i'll see
him again one day