Finding hope at the dimming tunnels

Can
            be
                     Illusive

My heart paused when I opened the casket
.
     .                 .
          .        .     .
              .            .
                              .
                                .
                                  .
and saw that you were still dead

A promise of happy ever after was

B           o            e
      R            k              n


            ­                                             Caught
                                          between
                                  fate
                         and
          destiny

I
Clung
To
Those
Scratched
tears
on
the
wall