Seperated By The Emptiness

A silent life,
has walked down an aisle,
of cruel famine,

It passed a chance,
To drown in the wind,
But caught a wish,
to live in the storm of your life.

The chorus rings,
through Armageddon dreams.
Dangerously breathing,
between a mountain of spikes,
and around a permanent black tint,
that marks over our smiles.

In strange ways we comfort.
On rugged waves of passion,
we cuddle.

Without arms to hold us.
We live on empty memories,
of a once so loving life,
which hugged us deeply.

Now the arms have separated,
And so did our lives.


by,
Rocky