xSisterMorticia

Nothing. No epilogue. No final words. The chronicles of you, Of your death are unknown. That's how you wanted it, though. Nothing fancy, and certainly no pompous parades. A certain blackness looms over the anxious spectators. A question remains unanswered: Are you really gone? You were certainly the type to pull jokes like this. But in my heart I knew this wasn't a hoax. My heavy heart was lightened when your name was uttered, Until I realised where I was and where you were, indefinitely. Nothing, you left me, us, with absolutely nothing to hang on to. Again my heart sank, further this time and straight in to your shallow grave

Your flesh is a poem, and your actions the pen You may write your autobiography and live 'til the end Create your own destiny, decide your own fate With continuous writing you'll never see the gate With each step more ink bleeds on to the sheet The spidery path revealing a walkway for the feet An interruption elicits no response Created: a fork in the road where you wait ensconce Maybe you are me Perhaps this adversity was meant to be More importantly, is this all... It matters not for we still have them enthralled Lids growing heavy, our journey approaches an end All our wounds lay open again Just as when we arrived We are mis

Of all the words uttered then, I flung at her “It could have been.” Shards fell like water through her fingers Her pain would always linger “But I love you.” “And I love you too.” Another sad story In all its doleful glory I was too young Another time and place One more familiar face Years from now I confront her once again She declares her heart has yet to mend Only held together by needle and thread Her heart morphed to lead, almost dead I was too young So long ago it occurred Yet a flutter in her heart I still spurred My own flickered with doubt While in my head I heard a shout My brain sai

Through my glassy eyes I see nothing but a memory the cigarette burns untouched, unwanted the ashes fall around my feet and my knees, they go weak take a drag take a sip take a hit take a year now repeat see the flame smell the smoke feel the rush