Feb 2013
ISON
There is
A certain fear
In your promise
A foreboding
That lingers
Swallowing
Hope
A hole
Filled
Of emptiness
That opens up
As your light
Nears
ISON
My life
Beneath you
Wished
From a million
Dying
Stars
There is
A certain fear
In your promise
A foreboding
That lingers
Swallowing
Hope
A hole
Filled
Of emptiness
That opens up
As your light
Nears
ISON
My life
Beneath you
Wished
From a million
Dying
Stars
