looking forward, with no emotions
eyes as such
what future can they see

pale and gray, skin like those of a corpse
with a lifeless body
what more can the soul do

endlessly wondering, among thoughts
of everything, of nothingness
can one remain sane, while being lost in never-ending circle

words of the heart, never to be spoken
lips sewn shut
what hope is there to speak of

life is the beginning?
no, death is
life is to be feared, for it the true ending

as such, i place no hope in life
but rather, in death i seek peace
for it is there, in death, where i shall start my stories

6/7/2010 1657h