when darkness falls upon my death
this heart is reaped
head laid to rest
do not weep
nor steep regret
you mustn't grieve a hollow chest
the calling of a soul to shed
all mortal sheaths
and specious breath
divinely deemed
a doom beset
by shadows of a hollow chest
as darkness breathes within our breast
our spirit clings
to walls of death
envisioning
a light bereft
imprisoned by a hollow chest
there's a certain song that's wept
within the halls
of sacrament
grief begone
and faith beget
freedom from a hollow chest
© Jason Cole
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
when darkness falls upon my death
this heart is reaped
head laid to rest
do not weep
nor steep regret
you mustn't grieve a hollow chest
the calling of a soul to shed
all mortal sheaths
and specious breath
divinely deemed
a doom beset
by shadows of a hollow chest
as darkness breathes within our breast
our spirit clings
to walls of death
envisioning
a light bereft
imprisoned by a hollow chest
there's a certain song that's wept
within the halls
of sacrament
grief begone
and faith beget
freedom from a hollow chest
© Jason Cole
