Whispers erupt from the bristles of the leaves,
Sunlight slowly bereaves,
As darkness crawls limb by limb,
Sight grows dim,
Cold etching its way in,
The silent din,
Flickering in darkness,
Hope in finding the chill of a furnace,
Has life turned blind,
Of pain and fate has life entwined....
A veil of clarity,
That would bind eternally,
Sweeping by with utmost intricacy,
A touch of sheer delicacy,
A gloss of reflection,
Of pain and passion,
Woven with silken desire,
Embedded with an upheld fire,
The sear of such frailty,
Burning through infinity.
The moist of tears,
As tangible as the chill of fears,
Streets lay bare,
A thought with nothing to share,
An emptiness that burns,
Fate so firmly spurns,
A single drop,
A heart that finally does stop,
The drop that floods the world,
As the waves unfurl,
The shatter of that single blink,
That let a life's worth of hope sink,
As nothingness unravels from a world within,
A world void of pain, of sin...
A world of hope and of dreams,
A world where passion flows through nimble streams,
A world of where the heart dwells,
A world without hells....
