Love's Trilogy Part III

[solasura]

Disposed

Transparent conviction
Shackled by a clear conscience
The soul, an emptied hourglass

Distant reminiscence
Bound inside a shadow's depth
The mind, a desert of thoughts

Cruel laceration
Butchered by the Reaper's scythe
The body, a rotten husk

When love dies, will the memories mourn for it?

3:11 AM 12/2/2005