Perdition

As he lays still,
He takes one last look over the bed
Forever sick and ill
His last words never to be said.

His rooms surroundings
Of letters and notes,
Bound to them, as if summoned
A bitter pill, now finally chokes

The crossed truth,
Now fades away
Forever bound to this earth
For time to decay

All of the wasted years,
From the unfinished thought
All the time spent towards fear,
Now blows away in the dust

Relentless of the storm,
The reflection never vanished
Underground shedding a new form
The picture still remains