A veil of solitude covers her existance
Always walking through the slow and steady beat
Of an empty dream
She lies awake each night on a bed of leaves
As life slowly passes time away
Each day her spirit soars to the lifeless beach
Where her body sleeps eternally
And as dusk draws near
She weeps into the ocean
While the waves wash over her remains
With each day over
Her soul returns to the comfort of the colorless leaves
This is her life after death
No reincarnation of her soul
No room for her inside a heaven nor a hell
Just the rythmic pace of a cruel irony
Playing on a life that was heading to its own inevitable destruction
A death in eternal limbo
 Aeolith · Mon Dec 03, 2007 @ 08:51am · 1 Comments |
