Poetry

All Hope is Lost: pjvang 03112012

upon thy bleeding eyes, the shadows claim me.
i cry for your mercy, but all is in vain.
unheard are the voices of the fallen, desperately
trying to seek refuge, but all hope is lost. i wish
for nothing more, but sweet blessed silence. in the end,
the reaper takes my hand never to be seen again, but
bleeding angels follow call for me to stay. Yet my eyes
are unseeing and my ears are not working, so i leave with
the dark one's touch falling upon my soul.