Fearful cries,
Desperate denials,
Whispers lost in the night,
No glimmer of light,
Dark hazy landscapes,
The sun, no longer there to be bright.
Unwelcoming shadows,
Sharp fingers reaching out,
Almost screaming 'Run away' Before you learn about,
The voices lost in the wind.
The moon behind clouds,
The stars hidden too,
Nobody around,
All alone only you.
You're last chance to escape,
Before it's too late,
And ice feelings begin to overtake.
Late night wanderers,
Bring nightmares to your door,
Release them to you,
So you're fearful evermore.
Echos of lost souls,
So many stories untold,
Broken hearts,
Depression,
And death.
No laughter,
No joy,
Once you pass that threshold,
You realise,
That there's NO turning back.
Feel the icy cold breeze,
Wrap it's way round your heart,
Suffacating your troubles away.
Taste the bitterness of death,
As you release your last breath,
Your last smile,
Photographed in rememberance...
Because of course,
You're now happy,
You've won that battle,
The one that forced you to live on.
Now you're not part of the world,
You're a part of the dead,
Of the souls who lost their way...
You're last whispered words,
That you choked out your mouth,
Are now nothing,
But voices in the wind.........
