Aryia
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006Death I seek with my mind To penetrate what mine eyes cannot comprehend Death's immutable form forever still. I walk the streets alone and gaze at what lies around me the poor, the diseased, and the lonely all but varying forms of the same thing. What is this thing death that grips us all no matter age or standing in life. There is no escape no way to outrun or to bargain with it. What visions lie beyond the murkey seas of death. All these things run through my mind so I feel I might go insane can any mortal hope to understand. I go home and make myself a cup of tea and try to sleep hoping that something somewhere can give me some peace of mind. |
