A book with nothing in it.
The box is empty.
Like an empty shell.
A shirt with no creases.
A bell that was never rung.
Like silence all the time.
Forever remorse.
Alone for eternity.
I'm a ghost.
I'm the faceless man,
Waiting to find my passion.
Hopefully I wont be too late.
My heart is becoming sick.
My horse is running away from me.
I'm losing faith.
It wont be long now.
The end is coming.
I See it.
I see it coming.
There is no patience here.
The horse is getting away.
I have no choice but to run.
Death faces us all.
No one can escape.
Hopelessness visualized.
Without my steed, I would be nothing.
I would be long gone.
Dead.
Ashamed.
Bored and hollow.
I exist for it.
I will not let it go.
Passion and patience.
Love and commitment.
Joy and pride.
Live for that you cherish.
