Omega

The clock is ticking, losing the light of day. seconds are slipping; moments wasting away. Words tasting bland, sentiments cannot season. roses dying in our hand; tomorrow surrendered without reason. Existence in irony, our paths we did not choose. humanity died violently; there is nothing left to lose. Continue reading Omega

Pillow

Morning light strays Across her weary eyes; Feelings quietly disappeared Along with the night. Her hand touches Abandoned sheets Emptiness scars her soul. Unable to face the sun, She lays her head upon Satin memories as His scent upon her pillow Reminds her of the reason To smile. Continue reading Pillow