It's not murder,
Unless they wanted to die.
Like the way the clouds
Fade from the sky. It happens;
You know why...
Your skin will scream
Telling you who you killed.
But it's not murder,
And you didn't kill them.
Inside your dreams you see them,
Standing there softly smiling;
Then, like the clouds they fade away.
Its not murder. It was never murder
They were already dead.
You wake up now,
And realise that this wasn't a dream.
Author Notes: Sorry if this is a little confusing :/ hopefully it makes sense?!
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