I am walking along the beach
cold foam is hitting my feet...
Running my fingers across the stone the carved...
Loved By All But Died Alone...
Serene Face
Eyes stare blankly...
I succumb to the overwhelming shutdown
and my mind begins to slow as I realize...
I spotted silvery, spikes
along a very large wall...
She stands with many others
On the canyon of empty loneliness...
All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...
Why does it always seem that my life is a long...
With each occasional stops, sightseeing memories...
Youthful soul who risked your prayers
Do not let your mind be taken...
I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...
At the end of his laughters
Returned home to empty chairs...
If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die...