Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the