.::-:The Den of the Last Angel:-::. - The End

Written for the end of the year. I still don't want to give my speech in class. *cries*

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When the end is coming
Something beautiful is beginning
The rose is dying and in its place
A more beautiful blossom than before unfurls its petals

As you say goodbye for the final time
You know that nothing's really going to end
The beginning of a new story's just around the corner
With just a simple flip of the pages,
A world imbued in words awaits

A wonderful future is just up ahead
Even if it's blurring in your vision
if you just walk forward
Your scenery clears and focuses
and the further up ahead becomes sharpens

The sun is filling the cyan sky
Soft, air-puffed clouds that drift so free on the open breeze
Even after a stabbing wound of 'farewell' impaling your heart
The day's warmth begins to dry your tears
The wind begins to pick up the brittle fragments of dusty sorrow from the bottom of your heart
To carry them far away from you

So far away is your past
But some parts are so clear, they become your present
they become who you are
They appear as your memories
And shape who the person you aspire to become

A ticking clock
A beating heart
A scale from one to ten
How do you measure your emotions
if you don't even know what you're feeling?

Is the ending to your story
Bitter-sweet and forlorn?
Beautifully tragic?
Cheery and humorous?
A mix of the above?

What kind of impression will you leave
as your footsteps lead away from where you start?