The stolen life's calling..
The scattered pieces,
Bounce off one wall to the other,
Glowing so dim yet sparking it's frustrated light,
Yearning to stay bright.
The steel walls shine in the dark,
Light Crushing against each other leaving the life beam in a butterfly effect.
A madman's way to keep the life trapped in his fortress.
Trapped away for another day,
The life slipping away,
Her face is broken and trying, to find a way out of her cage.
So she designs a mask using, the materials from her, life,That was once golden to, beautifully strech out and, cover her horrid torment,
For nothing was ever known to her for certain.
Her spirit, Alone.
Uneasy, her soul's future laid, down beside the golden egg for the steel blue eye's of Serpent's to take.
The life is haunted, fearing the loss of her eternity's embrace.
She's falling from grace.
The haunting,
Screaming out,
Blinding,
The crying.
The sound of dying.
The art of dark light.
Prays go unanswered,
Has she decendended?
Broken and to far fallen.
Now forsaken,
All memories are forgotten.
Blood filled poison surrounding her mask,
The serpent is still feeding.
Her life sinks down under the black pools of nothingness, with what's left of her life's golden lashes buring in the fire.
Now arisen in hate.
The End.
