Thursday, 20 September 2012
03:30:33 AM (GMT)
In the darkest of worlds
Lies a empty chest surrounded by blackness.
The chest holds no keys
For it can't be touch
For it can't be held
For it can only be heard.
Though it is heard, it beats a sad song
A song of love for someone it longs.
But no love can reach such sadness
For it lies within the deepest of voids
In the shadow of shadows
Beyond the blackening of black hole
For such sadness is incomparable.
Yet, if such a being is able to go beyond the darkening
This being is worth more than life
For she, the being, has given more than one life
She has given life to two, the life of I and love
For if she able to open the chest
She would be soak in the warmth of love
Yet, it is up to her to filled the empty chest with hopes and dreams.
For in the end, she holds the chest, the heart of I...