All that there may be
All that you see
Hidden behind a last breath
Sorrow seeping through the lines
Eyes upon silver,
Lips upon the void
Words that slip from your tongue
But where do they fall?
Gazing across one's own mind
Memories buried too deep to unwind.
Seek, must you? Look, must you?
Labyrinth, but what shall you do?
Lost. But you wouldn't move.
©nylph
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