A broken soul's tale

I have been murdered on the cap of treason
Yet i have died simple,it seems,with no reason.
I lie deep,as how i have entered,
I was not done,until i became undone.

Time removes one's need to remember,
And at the same time it wants us to surrender.
Like little pupets we are obliged to give in,
To rot,to crumble,as time cleanses us from within.

Dead,you get the chance to see all of your tries,
As spirits,we see with a black golden pair of eyes,
Which show us why this world is such a mess,
And that now,pure,we can put away our dress.

ONLY NOW CAN I SEE IT ALL
ONLY NOW I SEE THINGS SMALL!
I see now the eyes that put away the candle,
Was there ever something true,i could not have handled?

A spark like a diamond begins to burn,
The brute inside chooses to turn.
I die as a child,aalthough i am not born,
Releasing a song,blown by natures horn.

The church is empty but of a light,
That burns silently,on it's knees,on the right,
It is drenched in passion,thus burning so bright,
As if a torch that banishes the night.

As a final test I must jump from the deepest height,
And fall heavily,disapearing from sight,
Until I crash and feel the end,
With the body broken,the soul,can finally bend.

LIFE IS JUST A GAME,
SLOWLY MAKING ONE GO INSANE.
WE CAN TRY TO RESIST,BUT RESISTANCE IS IN VAIN,
JUST SMILE BENEATH THE BLOSSOMS,FOR YOU ARE PLAIN.