I will never be strong enough to brake the binds the vane's that slither from the tree of my body clinging for dear life to the suffering of today. There are few that can see the lifeless branches the petrified limbs casting a great shadow covering all that stand beneath them. The shadow of my great arms cloak my skin in the darkest of colors. Blood red silk, black satin, denim grays. The lure of goodness shining bleakly the Celtic sun dangling form my neck the remembrance of a love not meant to be. The distance we share so much grater then the air between my branches and the roots clinging and slowly borrowing in to the ground slow and steady almost not moving at all. All leaves that once stood fell long ago the cloud of desperation and loneliness to thick for a single ray of light to penetrate. Only illuminate the world as dimly as the clouds will let it, gray ,still, emotionless. The beating of my heart has stopped halted but the body of this tree remains in limbo gazing out at past sins and present, The choices made and the roads unmarked. Stuck between worlds there is only time. Time to find the reason I steal linger the reason I cant rest inside.
