Upon hollow ground,
and a weary dreamers eve,
the moons light suppresses,
an unfinished letter.


to her...


And the tombstone,
gives no remorse,
for the blood spilled,
on dying days,
where memories no longer matter,
and thoughts drift, upon suicide...

Heartbeats that are gone,
now wither in forever,
as the Rose of Death's thorn,
****** a grieving soul,
and the river of pain widens,
into an ocean of blood and tears...