As My Memories Die, My Spirit Shatter

As My Memories Die, My Spirit Shatter

A forest frozen by the death of nature
resting in the depths of a forgotten lake
Trees with cold hearts whisper desperate words of sorrow
dreaming of windy fields; a dream of roses

Their tears freeze as they close their eyes
embracing death as a sweet slumber
No cries can be heard
other than the sound of silence chasing life
like we chase our memories, already dying

I smell the dark crossing over
even beauty cannot live no more
Our fairytale is withering to death
our lives are taking a final look in the mirror


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