A Funeral Of The Hearts

Monochromatic stains,

perpetual suffering.

There's no end in sight
 to this everlasting blight.

Mountains of ash,
freshly scorched dreams.

Lead weighted,

sinks to dismal.

All doors close,
yet none seem to open.

Sit and wait,

Utterly isolated,

Reminiscing begins,
pleasant pictures of the past.

Things seemed so eternal,
magic frozen in time.
 

Foreshadowing life,
Mind looks toward the future
 

Hollow, in desolate sorrow,
grim future in sight.

Forlorn souls

become untwined

Love lost...

A funeral of the hearts


    by HallowReveries

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