Permanent Damage

The image in the mirror

 

Quiet meloncholy silhouette
a withering empty vessel
of refrained natural beauty
wasting in the hours floor

darkest deepset eyes of fallen grace
of winding twines and catacombed hearts

overwrought tired wailing walls
of dripping moist etched sadness

starkness ended soul
between earth's plateau
and heavens door

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

and so we wait as we begin dying from our first breath, it is upto us what happens inbetween. Deep thoughts throughout and wonderful imagery, keep em' coming