Through the darkest depth of the soul,
and the heart.
The emotions of myself
begin to part.
The windows of my view,
I see nothing but dark.
death do us part.
Crushed by the love
as the wind does not bark.
To the deepest colors of the world.
Even every attachment of lines connect
As your hands begin to fold,
there is nothing more yet you can hold.
The tight grip from your hand has dug deep
through your palm.
You'll remember the heartfelt memories,
so you remain calm.
As your soul begins to burn.
Ash is what you will soon turn.
as your tears begin to fall,
as the flames over tower you.
That's when you'll stay firm.
You'll realize and start to learn
that life goes on,
even if that is love that has left you weak.
life will still seek.
And light itself will forever be pure,
and the dark alone, can never cure.