Why Killers Demand

The natural sound and rhythm The ebb and flow of the waves Losing sleep over nothing, worrying about things you cannot change Existing somewhere in the middle of the light and dark shades of gray Trying to make sense from the static Now that you feel it, you fear that it's gone How do you describe such a deep, dark, and low, yet comforting sadness And in the same breath praise all that is good in the world? Even when the edge is closer than you think The end is nearer than you could ever know That certain kind of sadness Failing to put words to all that you feel Death comes like a snake wearing a crown It's not your friend, but it shares a certain kind of wisdom It's the shades of gray that paint the truth I don't want to feel that sad again But sometimes, I miss it Try to enjoy the silence, it's broken too easily and it can never last Remember the good times, but don't cling too hard to the past I will always remember just how it felt Forgive me if I forget It's always the future, it's always the past Forgive me if I forget It's always the good times, and they never last Forgive me if I forget Like holding our breath, this will not last