Poem: Embodied with Black Roses
Embodied with Black Roses
This is nothing to fear.
Inside the ground lies a shell.
I am flying to my dreams.
For you I shall wait, forever in your memory.
Slumber comforts the living life comforts the dead.
Capture that essence so that we can break down alone.
I, nothing, am forgotten by all.
Little pieces of existence, sit upon a spire. Driven by my insanity,
Removing my fragile self would break me further.
I am content to die alone for there is no one there to mourn.
This is the night. This is the end of one hope, the dawn of another . This is the beginning of all that may yet be. This is solitude. This is moonlight. This is the darkness.
"I will do what I have to do. I will do what I must." - The Sandman.