She enters the tomb
The daemon's bedroom
To calm the unrest inside her.
Several palls on the floor
A whisper begins to guide her.
Seeking the truth
She gives up her youth
And gives in to the evil that drives her.
She lifts up the lid
Her numbness pains me so.
Her waxy skin once supple and soft resists my touch of lifely glow.
How long will it last in that silky casket?
How long will she stay in her deathly basket?
Summer nearly follows then winter once again.
Could it be my turn and then see my de...