And so you do what you do best,
Become the maelstrom of death.
Not of the body
But of the mind and soul.
Crossing the world you roam
Looking for what you've lost
An irreparable damage done,
An irreplaceable treasure gone.
Tears of sorrow, tears of rage,
Neither will you feel again.
The cold has set in,
The light gone from your eyes.
You come upon the edge
Of all you were and once knew.
A voice calls to you
And so you answer back,
A delirious cry, a ringing whisper.
"Fear not what I am," the abyss calls,
"For you will be this too, soon."
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Across Space And Time
PoesiaAs the title says, these are thoughts of mine, left here for any and all to see. These entries may be fleeting, but they still exist. Do not plagiarize, and be wary. Sometimes the well of thought can be so deep, you can drown without realizing.
