We are The DeadThere comes a time when the intimates of the dark become instincts of the light. When receding memories refuse to remain in the vast confusion. When the dawn of day does not reach the cold hearted of those in contempt. We are the Forgotten.We are The Dead
There comes a time when the cool air of reality looks beyond the ones who do not choose to accept. When an aching and longing
lingers without relent the thirst for the stream of beginning cannot be quenched, until the very end. We are the Fading.
There comes a time when the boundaries and li
Look Back At MeThe reflection of my face plays across the clear glassLook Back At Me
It’s eyes cast down averting it’s gaze
puzzled,
I stroke back my hair the glass does not obey
Instead, it leads it’s glance to the floor beneath
placing a finger
waiting for the replica.
It does not appear
“Are you sad?”
I whisper to my glassy twin "Is that why you do not look?"
No response.
Forehead pressed against the clear Stroking the image, that does not obey.
“Look at me” straining, waiting for my echo &nb
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