this is what keeps me busy in heritage class.

a light shone, flickering,
on an empty chair.
echo of a life short-passed,
existance silently snuffed out.
the bare room screaming, silently,
the tale of a love lost.
my light shone, confused,
on an empty chair,
because opportunity stole him away from me.
In the quiet dark of the night, my lover steals into the shadows in the corners of my room. he stands, he watc hes me and whispers through my mind. hidden in the half light cast by a flickering candle. my breathing quickens as i pray for salvation. he turns his back to me, my prayer denied, and a final whisper fills my mind," It's ok."


The darkness of my garden fills my mind once more. petals of darkest bloom. a pristine clearing deep within the blackk, maze-walls of my haven. life-blood drips from the ivy covering th stones and dyes the soil in which the rest, blessed, grow. a serenity unknown and the silence of sweet death fills my ears and soul and clings to my skin as a film. my garden provides me a silence, without and within, a seat ammongst the darkness of reality and the trees and velvet petals of evening. a welcome solitary, prying my mind and heart open to heal their wounds with drops of darkest dew, kissed by twilight deep within my walls.

A sweet nothingness fills my mind,
As i lay my head down to sleep.
the veil of darkness covers me,
showing my bare skin and pulling me into the deep.
drowning in the black waters of the night,
fear is gone, for death is naught but sleep.
and little more for me to do.
none left for me to meet.