Sarah's p.o.v

Shifting priorities, wearisome woeful fray, a crown of thorny roses.

Nostalgia, a passage into the great unknown.

These circles, hazy skies inside my mind never end.

Outpouring bloodshed, red clover, nameless imaginary lover.

An evening afterglow, memorable self-sacrifice, erosion.

Noteworthy blessed assurance, unspoken grace.

The mirror within my eyes, heavenly light.

Underground abyss, unsearchable enchanted palace, the ocean floor.

Christ's dark brown wooden cross, halfway empty hourglass, a lifeless church.

Intangible beauty, remissible innocence, fifty shades of gray.

One bittersweet dawn, your day of atonement.

X marks the spot where you met your fate and then ascended into heaven tonight.