deathhippie

In my silence I think of thee.
and ponder over my apathy.
Will there be some respite,
to bring me back to the light-
or in the darkness will I fade,
a souless black, withered shade.
Can you find me in the dark
do you know where to start?
If you wander in my place
can you find the silent face.
That beckons with lidless eyes.
consipring over my demise.
Would you falter, would you fail
or would you follow my bleak trail?
Through the garden of sick trees,
with the mournful blowing breeze.
Can you reach my lost soul
or would you die in my hole?
Leaving your spirit to join with me,
and ponder over my apathy.