Eye
All life has died from my eye, and only death dances in it.
Dead looking eyes, which life has been quietly and unnoticingly been chased away. And now, death dances it's victory dance. The light and zest of life which so held its very place in my eye is gone. Its kingdom now destroyed, taken and over-run. No hope is left for it to carry on.
6:09 PM
"these words were never easier for me to say or her to 2nd guess. i guess, i can live without u, but without u i'll be miserable at best"