that leads through a vast spectra of darkness
so black, it taints a soul with blotches of white
an experience told with the lips closed
and the heart frozen
in icy veins and numb skins.
that opens when it closes
on memories
of the living and thoughts of the dead.
and the walk is silent
through a night so peaceful, the rays of dawn
are only but shadows blending into the dusk
greyer, darker, more foreboding.
To the heart of every beat
but it is a wayfarer's way
to every lost soul
a journey with no destination
on a path of perdition
like a bubble of freedom
on a water of bondage.
That sets you free
from the binds of liberty
through a wingless flight, against a sky of eternity.
it is forever, with a skull and a scythe
and a handshake, a parcel
that chills to the bones
and leaves you
with a breath
turned to rubbles
and heart
to cold hard stones.