The Fragile balance constricts the breathing,
Suffocation is yet another annihilation.
The soul has left the body steal,
Emotionless eyes watch the procession,
Allowing this increased down fall of its life,
Its hearts decays under the open shy.
Has its time come, must it stop.
The pendulum has swayed its last
Rain begins to cover the epicenter,
Where its love left its side
Gone by early year.
Do you not hear its plea?
It lays in its tears,
Hoping to hear loves gentile whispers
Idled by its emotions saddle phase seep past
In what manner does it answer them
The gaping holes hidden by smiles
That at which found is not what is unseen
It shall wait in one life or next.