Life
My limbs sway with the trees
hanging
hanging
ever so soundly, I sway with the trees
and sing the song of death
The rope is frayed but holds me tight
my eyes shielded by a veil
my body sways
sways with the trees
hanging
hanging
I sing the song of death
They watch; they stare
The horror they seem to bear with their hatred
held close, blinding their eyes
My body sways on with the trees
hanging
hanging
I sing the song of the dead
©k.l.d.
Posted at 1:42:05 am by
TheKaren
