My heart does not beat slower,
Yet everything is tinged with brown.
I feel the weight of the Gods upon my chest.
Crushing me beneath sacriligious experience.
When sadness burns the light away,
Leaving nothing but shadows, that fall,
Empty, upon the doorstep of despair.
Quiet my beating heart. Time fades
And the veins of hope disperse the
Last drop of life blood,
Into the Abyss.
Copyright © - Duncan N. Cunningham - 6th November 1998