A distant Whisper
Is touched by a tear
Reverting lives
Through flesh like a spear
Death is felt
By the chill of the fire
Sifting the soul
Amidst thorns of desire
Drifting through time
In a holeless black cart
Is the remains
Of your lost hardened heart
Drinking your past
In a glass of sin
Looking in the mirror
Reflecting your kin
Looking ahead
Into the light
Lifting your head
To see humans fight
Driving your strength
Splitting a life
killing others
And causing strife
Ending a life
In manner of a grave
Shows something beyond
That the soul must crave
In the mist I can see
But can't name the face
Of the outline of flesh
Whom I try to embrace
- Brodel Genisis
