short years...given near

where we lay our lookng glass is where our love with lay for good

 

Where I lay for good

Lays my looking glass

I open a door where none may lay but of my heart

Only I can see my tears,

Because only I can see them in there self- dug graves

It pains me to part from an unchastely day

When every day is but my last

I seek the self-relenting thoughts that cloud my mind

Only i can see his face, with lifeless eyes they stare at me

I wish but not to look at him for his empty stare scared away my feeling of sympathy

There, there where i lay my looking glass

I see his face and shy away holding close to the shame the he held to me

With a rotten apple,

A bite well taken but with no poison as hoped there is no

Freedom, no release.

Hung loosely by the neck every breath gone quicker then the next

I see a raven from my shortened life because

I chose the easiest of one

But in my looking glass

I see only his eyes

Cold and dark with

Pasts

Of

The

End