As The Petals Withered

All there is, is loneliness
Emptiness that cloak the vast loam
An unknown place of holiness
A place this girl calls home

And you will know her as Aphrah
Woman of nothing but ash
Existing as a lucid suicidal
The end of her is just

Standing ovation in the middle of nowhere
The eclipsing ground is creeping to her feet
Her loss in the real world no one cares
Petals of the dead rose she’ll now meet

No cricket sound she could hear
Now the weakest whisper ever lived
All there is are withering petals,
All there is… is loneliness.

[originally composed:December 7, 08]


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