Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Alone and cold,
I fear my death would unfold.
I taste my blood upon my lip
Knowing whether my skin and clothes had rip.

All i hear is my voice, my breath.
Fearing again, endless nightmare about my Death.
Wishing upon, ' Make this a Dream please.. '
But nothing...silence around the trees.

Alone and cold,
None shall be told.
My darkness, my soul..
My fear, my life, i grow dull.
Nothing in the distance,
Enough of this Empty Ambiance.

Struggle, i rise.
Regretting, my love and lies.
Coughing out my very blood,
i see i have no chance, i fall into mud.

Slowly, i become numb.
My heart, my head, my shoulders to thumb..
I surrender, let my own abhorrence eat me alive..
No longer, let me thrive.

I leave but one last word...
' He who surrenders to the death bird,
shalt not live through light...
cremated, and resurrected into the next child sight.

My soul, does not rest here..
i live immortality in fear... '
I fade in silence...
It continues...The Empty Ambiance.