Shackled, bound, defeated by love. The power by which gives life is the tool by which my life is stolen. Memories, echos, voice of peace. Words of hope ring darkly in my head as I view my love flowing away from me like the rivers that flow steadily to the ocean. Slowly, methodically, an unimpaired force by which I am powerless to effect but only granted audience as a sadistic gift by which to witness my own end.
Broken, rent, my hearts lays spilled out in front of me. A fallen angel condemned to a plane of despair. Gazing blanking upward to a beauty, a heaven not for me. Pain, anguish, a single tears falls. A whisper, a breeze, subtle words graze my lips: If you want to make dreams come true, all you have to do is wake up!
Glistening, falling, a single tear hold so much emotion. In so much darkness, through so much pain. Its hear I find truth, Its here I fine hope.