Death
Pale as the snow. Coldness spreads. No breath, nor heart beat. An overwhelming silence.
No more thoughts. Worries are absent. The voices finally cease. A peaceful rest.
Loved ones live on. Memories as a constant companion. Nothing can fill the emptiness. Grief is the only guidance.
Death is what we all become.
eimichan · Wed Mar 21, 2007 @ 10:06pm · 0 Comments |