may the light without sound shine upon your dying
may fires wither that desire to pierce your features
how time creeps by when you crouch to watch it close
how it slips the years in one glance into the mirror
there is a nothing my mind tries to wrap itself around
it stays vaguely out of reach even as it alludes itself
but a mystery is never what is there when it is revealed
reflection.
3:21am friday, 4th april
So it comes a time to pass. Just like my life when I really cared.And now it will be forever told a lie.
reflection.