Valley Of Death

Your eyes have lost their light,
So dark at the dread of night,
Your voice has lost its sound,
Lost in the midst, never to be found.

I walk within the Valley Of Death,
Upon my neck, I feel its cold breath,
Stepping on shattered hearts,
Which love destroyed and tore apart.

Under the branches of a dead tree,
This arid horizon lies empty in front of me,
Pain from the land seeps through the soil,
Into my heart, spreading, to spoil.

The touch of your hand,
Cold as ice,
Will never be felt again,
Your face, so white.

The tears fall from my face to the ground,
Falling into the cracks of the dry land,
We die a little more each day without a sound,
Bleeding more from each new demand.

Hanging from a tree in the distance,
I see a figure I have seen many times before.
Your hair covering your face,
Alive or dead you ignore.

Your hair, like wet razor wire,
Colored crimson from your blood.
So beautiful, in death you sparkle like a sapphire.
Your feet so dry, covered in red mud.

I approach this tree with the sky so Grey,
Your blood’s on my hands,
I fall to my knees in dismay,
I will never understand.

This cannot be the work of fate
Walking the Valley Of Death
Calling upon me so late
This lack of life giving me new breath.

Your tattered body so torn
My tears wash the blood upon your face
Your lips sharp as a thorn
I carry you with such Honor yet such disgrace

I lay flowers upon the tree
The red roses so beautiful, so crimson
Touching the ground, dieing suddenly
The Valley Of Death, this arid prison.

My time has come
I will join you in death
To death I have succumbed
This is my only option, my last breath

My eyes loose their color
I now walk with you
I see now how beautiful you are
Walking beside you is the least I can do.

The Valley Of Death awaits my arrival
This is were I will have my survival
I am greeted with a cold heart
This is were I now lay, torn apart

©Ben.S 2005-04-12