limitlesstwilight

Atop the black held grass, where happiness does not exist, Underneath the loveless haven, among them are the useless, Near the untaken road of ghostly shadows, a restless shadow marches, Beyond the tied velvet rope, with a spirit hung tightly, Within in the darkness there is no such thing as light, Against the reflection of time, I lay there, Before my future bed of stones, looking up... Atop the flightless sky I see that time draws near, Outside the illusion of gravestones I say I can wait my turn... Upon their resign I pursue with a restless silence of moaning waves, After the night of my last breath I will be placed here next to