Can you truly imagine a life without love?
A life without meaning, neither feeling nor remorse...
the flicker of the burning wick within the candle so still,
reminds us we're alive and we have much more to give...
My dear, the thought of an empty sky above?
But how can this be?
We wish upon the very same star,
each night in our dreams.
An empty eternal abyss...
Death comes over living for what is real...
But this I can not make of.
For death never to be still...
Another lost soul, searching to be found...
