I thought... "you're safe"
But the whispers... they rise:
She exist, an icy pyre, lost desire.
a heart numb, yet disagrees,
with a world that fails to appease.
Who are you? In Death embrace...

Within the secret garden's grasp,
a rose once vibrant, now bereft,
desires bloom,
a fading gasp.
Longs for light...
a chance to be kept.
What are you doing? In Silence embrace...

Yet her heart beats, devoid of fire,
her eyes close,
a peaceful sleep,
her lips speak,
the words aspire.
Her words take flight,
secrets they keep.
Who were you? In Life's embrace...


© ValdorBellegarde