Cast in a pale glow. Outlined by the moonlit seranade. A thousand whisps of fury and elegance, caress thy wilted heart. Wounded undenying, and bleeding sorrow from its depths. Falling into darkness, The light fades from thy covered face. Helpless and cast aside, by thine you covet to the dearest. Holding on to just a memory, just a small piece of thy cold world. The only glimpse of a fading promise, cast aside in shadow and doubt. Forsaken as is thy own soul, nothing shall come of this loss. Untold suffering lies ahead. Are the chains holding thy heart together ready to be unlocked? Or will thy soul remained trapped within a bleeding heart. Forever in a state of torment.
LonelyPoet · Tue Jan 24, 2006 @ 12:34am · 0 Comments |