it ain't over, till i'm gone

tears are prevalent,

crazy thoughts are here,

there really is nothing to fear,

from a hymn, that comes inside,

of death, where it resides.

 

the phone rings,

electronic tones sing,

your gray skies

merely block out the noise,

 

fire rages through your head,

embers rake their way across your head, what i said

"we should break it up,

we're done, we're set,

 

 

in a breath, gone again

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

cool work. someone should have reviewed this before, but better late than never. it's really nice