Trust is fragile, as is the knowledge of Truth.
Silence is overbearing, and the burden of wisdom causes a deafening roar.
Broken and scattered, Fate, lay forgotten, on the floor.
Dried Tears and their easily traceable paths, haunt the empty halls of the Mind.
Screams of Pain, echo through the Emptiness...
The shrill piercing cry of Darkness is reflected by the vacant Moon.
The Stream of life flows unrelentingly, still...
The stillness of Time suffocates existence.
A single silver thread of light floating through the night...
A lone spark between two finite ends...
A white dwarf, shining on the edge of cosmic existence...
A gold straw, spun by magic...
A Life at its end...
What Hope is there left?
No comments:
Post a Comment