...still alive.

...In the darkest of nights, if you look hard enough, you can always find specs of lights....

  There are no such things as ghosts, says the voices in my head. Life is running for me, from the dead that occupies my heavy head.

Eyes twitching in sleep from a mind that can't seem to escape the dark fate lurking in wait, as Gods and Devils pray on a spinning cross's faith.

  Around every corner is a coroner cutting into a body on a cold slab. I fear, my dear, that my name lies here, on this toe tag. My sheets a murderous red as my spirit hovers high above the hospital bed. I only see everything before me. I only pray for a return to normalcy. I am not ready for my ashes to be scattered on the sea. Carried by six to the styx. I am caught as a helpless observer in this witch's spell as she wishes into a well, what does she says? I can't tell, for it's too noisy in this hell.

  

  In the final throws of a lost hope I see her. I thought I was lost. She is light. I was right. A third eyes tears to a beautiful sight. A prize fighter gasps his last in the ultimate title fight. Every swing is a push to make everything right and find again; the light. Punches shock as the frozen clock is stuck on a time of death. Darkness reaches up to catch this falling son. Tears praying for love. At the last second before into darkness, this body does not plunge. Instead, suddenly introducing breath as there were no moments left.                 

   Dastardly escaping the grasp of death. Nightmares become dreams. For it seems angels don't just hover in the clouds in the sky. As I open my eyes to see mine sitting beside me looking back into mine. I was lost now I have arrived. You are my life, for without you I would surely die. With her wings spread out as a warning to a death that this time was denied. For all to know this love is still alive...

by the unknown sith