Tánatos

We are like the living dead, sacrificing all we have, for a frozen heart and a soul on fire.




The Pain too pure to hide
bridges of sighs.
Meant to conceal lover's lies
under the arches
of moonlight and sky.

Why live a life
that's painted with pity
and sadness and strife.
Why dream a dream
that's tainted with trouble
and less than it seems.