lifeskeeper

Hello my forgotten friend solitude we meet again, i feel your touch leading me by the hand like the reaper is my keeper, like the night that slay the light on the battle field of life, chill to stone blinded by the storm of souls alone, door slams shut again alone to grow deep below the coldest tomb.
Like a winters sun so cold to touch but warm too sight, i smile as my thoughts excite the image of a flower so pale and red coming alive through this chapters death, the siren sings not my name and solitude collects my soul again.. winter 2005