Translucent effigies that clings to the oxidized
moments of its demise, observing the stillness
that attains this refection of what lingers beneath.
Tattered memories motion that which stagnated
without even a whimper. Never noticing the kiss that
befell this motionless existence. "She only looks on.
They paraded their breath upon the tracks, she
could taste every motion of life as it exhaled.
But this wasn't the time, luminosity was woven
on the scenery where she was dened existence.
Wailing upon the verses of breezes, she let herself
be felt as leafs paper cut on delicate flesh.
Blood fell like snowdrops on her vacant shadows
of nothingness feeding her displeasure for what
had perspired on her now idle imposition.
Waiting on the lingering precipice of her emotions.
they were swaying within the moments of the breeze.
This line of the dead where no motion visits, she is static
to catch this train of thought, but stands still always waiting.
This line of the dead, where no motion visits, she's static
to catch this train of thought, but stands still always waiting.