A blissful enduring has now come to an end.
Everything that i was has now deceited in the drifts of time.
What happens now, what am i to become?
The real answer lays where no-one has gone,
nothing to return in years of prepare.
Is this over-reaction, or is it bottled fright?
Am i supposed to think of these things,
Know of others and compare them to no matching pairs.
My mind may lean one way, Is logic the truth?
Supernatural forces may overcome in truce.
Nothing i'll ever know, nothing i'll ever see.
I'll have to wait for Death,
For when it catches me.





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