To all things, there is an end.
end of love
end of life
end of hope
.
The cacophony of battle reaches his ears, even up in the tower. What do they fight for?
a life
that is no life
forever caged
in such fragile prisons
.
The clink of porcelain announces her before she speaks - "what should we do?"
it will come
sooner
or later
better to accept it
sooner
.
The mere corpse of a rose his sole company, he waits -
all is dark
the sky
the hate
his despair
.
So many years of waiting will end tonight.
the falling
is the worst
he just wants
to land
and shatter