A blue sense, hidden from life's corrupted lens
Time has changed, in the blink of the eye
A yellow rose gnawed on my ill bones
A stiff sentiment of void and perdition,
like a thousand waves, drown from afar
I can feel somehow your presence in the dark
And I sway... like a myriad of stars astray
And I pray... only to succumb in mother Earth's woe
It feels once more, like rain...
tilted in devotion... waiting to salute death's strain.
Courtesy of ©nikgml
Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)