dawn draped in shadows
whistling wind snips the candles
Death breaks and knocks thrice
dawn draped in shadows
whistling wind snips the candles
Death breaks and knocks thrice
“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That is can be good again.”
-Suzanne Collins(Mockingjay)
dying inside you’re
devouring this heart, crunching
fat, muscle and bone
ticking human clocks
faded footprints cover earth
look-a sky of graves
Addicted to you
Can’t see you poisoning me
I’m already dead
Upon the bright star filled midnight
In the darkened shadowed hollow,
Headless horseman Harry poorly
lived, watching the running children,
searching for his missing blonde head.
One by one by on they do play,
golden green-eyed Fay Morringday,
glowing blonde hair Harry did see,
a fair good head to sit upon
Headless Harry’s steady shoulders.
By the sunken sun the horseman,
Of the darkened cave did he ride
What is the best cutting method
for easily slicing a neck,
a neck so delicate and pure
Only a child, a child so sweet,
slice once and true, double-handed
will do, with blood so tart running.
running down her lovely cream neck,
green-eyed Fay Morringday did die.
You said that I’d be alright
But it’s been some years
and you’re not in sight
Goodbyes always end in tears
I hear your voice day and night
Where are you, where are you, where did you up and go?
What am I, what am I, what am I gonna do?
How am I, how am I suppose to live life too?
We had only just begun
We were alright, me and you
We had only just begun
We were alright, me and you
Why did you have to leave me alone?
You wanna live your life all alone?
Now you’re left all on your own
I must be dead and gone too
Me and you would always fight
Crashing yells tearing from my mouth
Sweet kisses now we’re so tight
Never thought that this would go south
Now, now maybe I can finally get better
What am I saying? It’s all lies
I know that you won’t be back
I’m all alone until I die.
Constant motion
We see their lights but death already touched their souls
Pressure builds
Muscles tight
We feel our life flowing to no end–everything ends.
Smarting moments
The tide ebbs and flows
We drift in time with nowhere to go, we’re lost. Please find me.
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep swallowing.”
-C.S. Lewis (A Grief Observed)
Three side pyramid
Ancient sands that represent
Life and Death and Love.