It touches us all at some point or another.
It's not something we can get away from or avoid, it is the ultimate inevitable.
Empty, sad, hollow
my insides sit full of emotions
but nothing feels real
Tears, screams, misery
my head full of memories
all a wonderfully sad blur
Alone, sorrow, distress
the way I fell
my heart being smothered by it
I can not get away...
Hoping it was but a dream
fearing it was all too real
both enabling me down
down the path of despair
to the land of darkness
where only grief resides
I'm afraid to loose the anguish
afraid to let go
afraid of forgetting
but your already gone...
The end, it isn't very pretty. Death doesn't ask permission or take requests. It fiercely engages with no warning, leaving but a trace of what was or nothing intact at all. It stares you in the face, dark orbs filled with nil, taunting you to move, knowing in it's arrogance that already its too late.
