Someone's crying,
The Tears of the Fallen.
One by one,
Petals falling into
The ominous abyss of life.
Melody dancing
Across the memory of
This child long deceased.
Only the lonely ghosts
Shall hear these
Petals falling.
Shadows in white
Drifting down
Hollow passages.
Single,
Yet omnipresent.
Immortal phantoms
Drowning in
Eternal winters.
To whither in solitude
Is to die in solace.
Life drains out
When there is no one there
To collect it.
Shhhhh...
Listen carefully,
You can hear
The Whispers of the Dead,
Sobbing into
Nothingness.
I can hear them.
"Come, Child.
Blossom in my garden,
But whither in yours.
You need me, Little One."
When the petals all fall to the sepulcher,
My voice is the only one left crying.
Today, i went to my firs funeral.
it wasnt anything i though it would be,
but it was very sad
and very deppressing.
But the wierd thing about it,
is that i liked it. a lot...
i liked to see every one in pain and sorrow,
and mourning. i... i dont know.
i just like the way death makes me feel.
its wierd and i dont understand it.
But i hope Sabine will be ok, and
god will let her fly. i love you!! heart
 Scilenced by a Death · Sat Feb 23, 2008 @ 11:16pm · 0 Comments |
