xx-Anya

Trembling Shadows. You could not breathe, You could not die, You could not help for better cry. To see the face of fate itself, Inserting entities of help. You never could, You'd never be, Forever being under thee. Your face, your skin, your hands and breath, Reminder of a simple death, And yet, forever and alone, Until the lights go off in dome, A trembling hand holds thee to heart, And whispering: 'do not give up', Gives promise of a better life, Absent the pain, the tears, the cries. Its lower voice forever hoping, Forever being here and there, The voice of fate, as never slowing, Grabbing dreams from under breath. Do you believe th