Brought forth stained…

A kite without the wind found upon the shore, a tragic little tale, and how its…. found upon this place…………………………
sailing on the clouds resting upon the wind, tethered to this cord, the look upon your face. Wound out a mile or so it always seemed so short, sands pulled up through backwards now, to the fates I willingly court. Upon the birth, out past the break, to a receding dawn and a land that quakes, illuminating loss in sight, led along by this candles light
in search for water, you drown in the pond, snuffing the fire of times found fond. reflecting back from the waters break, for deaths frigid touch she seemed to ache……………………………. nothing more to say this time, there is no where to run…………………………forgotten faded memory of rains that fell in spring, off to death’s unforgiving grip… and to the emptiness it will bring..  #burnout #fadeaway #ftw #lonewolfstories

The Outskirts of Reality…

Applaud as life burns, cheer as their erased… misstep,fall backwards as words found misplaced.  One current drags out while another takes flight…one heart left bleeding, while its the others last fight.  Detacted, left stunned at the raw sight of forever, the outskirts of reality it all sounded so clever.. innocently left to ash in the treads, forbearance, forewarning  unwound out like thread. Threading through time, memory and space, I just found you now, but I remember your face. Facing through mirrors of a place just beyond, somewhere out there, where the heavens greet the dawn. The mists of cold days and the absence of light, all buckled up and on comes the fight. ~Lonewolf~