Life
Herself hard to define
A meanless form
So meanless, so cold
An empty road that we build everyday
Empty as predictions and futures
We make her
Once empty, but now full of dreams
Dreams build or hopes destroyed?
I don’t know….
I’m far from my path, I had louse my way
Now I look around I see shadows and a lonely existence
The winds of time whispering around my head
They silent my call
Fear is approaching
Blood is no longer running trough my veins
This abyss is consuming me,
As fire….
Death is a wish
She will be my memory, my release
I will be silent but never forgotten
