We cannot speak, for our lips, Sewn shut and bleak With words so meek Are all that light our way
We cannot sing, for that weak light Which once lit our way The path it did stay Has been extinguished by this dark mire
We cannot breathe, for our lungs, Filled with meloncoly air In this pit of despair, Lay submerged forever in our sorrow
Forever forgotten, never to be seen By that world, bright above Which we scorned, never loved Now eternity is ours in this hell
Lady Kendra · Tue Dec 05, 2006 @ 09:51pm · 2 Comments |