A mourning dove above a tree
Sings the saddest elegy.
And far beyond the midnight sky
A burning star begins to die.
I lie now in bed
Off to the world beyond dreams
Joyous thoughts in my head
Though nothing is what it seems.
The souls underground
Play an ominous sound
While in a vacant room,
Red roses bloom.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
I know not of waits beyond the night sky
I know not of what waits for me after I die
I know not of the purpose of our existence
Nor do I know of our significance.
I do however know of one thing:
Whenever I look up to the night sky,
I leave my thoughts
I leave my troubles
I leave sorrows
I leave my struggles.
I leave the world,
And for a moment...
I float.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC