No longer do tears rain down but blood that bitterly flows inside the tear drained eyes.
Holding thee as one can; an embrace of a, hope/loss, enigma.
The wounds, all too great to heal, of the last breath taken together.
Carrying on in a daze shuttering and cursing life itself.
"No!" The mind cries out to make sense.
This unfair sight of watching the broken body wither.
Black fills the air. But death does not pity nor spare sorrow.
Mocking the only value held so tight.
The clasp grows tighter, as if to squeeze the life back in, but to no avail.
Death does not undo. Solitude surrounds with it's mimed walls of truth and destruction.
As forever passes itself through, what most would call, moments the gaze becomes fixed upon absence. Blood runs down the cheeks as hell burns and sings the ****** lullaby of serenity.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
No longer do tears rain down but blood that bitterly flows inside the tear drained eyes.
Holding thee as one can; an embrace of a, hope/loss, enigma.
The wounds, all too great to heal, of the last breath taken together.
Carrying on in a daze shuttering and cursing life itself.
"No!" The mind cries out to make sense.
This unfair sight of watching the broken body wither.
Black fills the air. But death does not pity nor spare sorrow.
Mocking the only value held so tight.
The clasp grows tighter, as if to squeeze the life back in, but to no avail.
Death does not undo. Solitude surrounds with it's mimed walls of truth and destruction.
As forever passes itself through, what most would call, moments the gaze becomes fixed upon absence. Blood runs down the cheeks as hell burns and sings the ****** lullaby of serenity.