Deep,
Down into the soul.
A bond has been created,
And forever will I protect it with my spirit.

Unity,
I am his, and he is mine.
Loving entities,  and warm hearts.
Shall never die and never know darkness.

Peace,
Of our minds,
Light in our realities,
A calm whispered in our ears.

Forever,
But never
Will it be long enough.
For you and I to be as one.

Those pearls she wore.
I adored them so. At night it seemed as though the moon layed in small drops on her neck. She was beautiful, and she was mine.

Those pearls she wore.
They were my gift, and how she treasured them, I her. No amount of joyous words could relate my love of her to you.

Those pearls she wore.
Never grew old as did she. Time went on and she tarnished but her pearls stayed beautiful as ever.

Those pearls she wore.
Will always be with her, as she lays in her everlasting bed. They still look like the moon, she was still beautiful.  But until I lay with her again, alone, I will call her mine.

Smooth Canvas,
So deceitful so eerily beautiful.
I am what I seem,
nothing more and nothing less.

But what do I see when I stand
in front of that faithful mirror?
Do I see a featureless face,
or do I notice a true being?

The mannequin that I am,
sees a soul in her reflection.
Passerbys see only my offwhite motionless body.
But inside I know what I am.

What good does thought do,
When your mind can't use it?

Time loop,
Repetition, lurking death.

Is my life an endless day?
Or has this day become endlessly my life?

We don't think.
We worry about what we have.

Tine has lost all reality.
But where did it cross the line?

Then the memories
God how they flooded my mind.
Flashbacks of my death.
That girl, myself, a sign?

Our love had fallen apart,
Yes, but I had taken it to its end.
He had harmes me,
But he still wanted to mend.

I no longer could stay in that prison.
Bars made of lies and ice,
Our souls once intertwined,
But mine broken, had spliced.

If he couldn't love me.
He declared that no man could.
He found me brushing my hair,
In the silver of the mirror on the wall of wood.

At mt neck, the knife.
it took its toll.
And my life as well.
Out, poured my soul.

As this last memory passed,
My eyes opened to a beautiful place.
I saw the woman in the clouds,
A beautiful, knowing look upon her face.

Then I knew every secret,
Of my life and my death.
And I went back to save myself,
But brought upon my last breath.



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As she sank to her knees,
Disappeared,  she was gone.
Only a little time spent in this place.
As I welcomed the dawn.

Suddenly I was worried.
Where exactly have I been?
What is this place, what is the time?
Have I sinned, was I forgiven?

Dark forest all around.
Which way have I been running?
Mother Nature's green leaves changing.
Her creations, so cunning.

Who was that woman,
Really who am I?
What has happened to me?
That I no longer see the skies.

As I walk past the water,
My reflection radiant,  in light.
The woman and I were the same
So what really happened tonight?