RollzHerEyez

A hollow chimera of silence Grasps your attentive gaze Looking at that hair A halo, Envisaging the shrine of your hair. Contemplated a remembrance In the glee of your demise Breathing in roses of melancholy Bergamot-scented and truly - Beautiful. Poisoned sorrows - An oracle to your brain A distant longing Captured by the very light, You breath in. Perhaps beauty so ordained as this Shouldn't go unnoticed Marked with great desire and longing Foresee the unforeseen Expect the unexpected. Why? Staring into the white Unexpectedness drawing fear It might now be worth falling Now death is so near.