in ancient days
in ancient times
i was one that
held on to the spark of
life.
they called it the
essense of life
as i sit here, i watch
the blood pour out
of every pore
watching my essense of life
escape me.
i lay down waiting for
death's embrace but
he does not show
only the one that
show is the life giver
he bares down on
my essence of life
he has given me back
my essense of life and more
he has given me a second
chance of life.
now i stand next to him
waiting for the sun
as we hold on to each
other like romeo and juliet
the essense of life is fading
the sun has risen and we now burn
and the essense of life is gone. |
Submission Name: essense of life
