A chill of autumn sweeps in
demanding the world to hush...
Death wraps it's cold arms around me
enfolding me in a gentle embrace...
Come and take a seat with me,
Under the shade of the old oak tree...
The following is art.
The following is the hardest part...
Come now dear
Your time has come...
A whisper urges me to turn my head, nothing. Alone...
When out the corner of my eye a boy appeared. I...
A mirror that sends, a touch with grace
Same movement not the same face...
Your rose was the end of me
Your rose was the start of darkness...
The middle of the night
I look out my window...
My hair once blonde
Now black like my soul...
At the bus stop in the rain she waits,
Approaching her unseen and making no mistake...
Death was calling him to it's lair
But the pain wasn't more than he could bare...