death – huntersjames

Crucifying Eden

Breaking rules already dead

‘Til his arrow falls pierces painless, silencing a heart.

now as it’s all blurred by misbegotten desires and unbidden temptation

The sun sets every day I am sure So why I wonder does this one pass me by? Demons long

Take this oak its broad umbrella green and massive Leaning comfortably upon its nest of feet below Without a care

When tragic looked my way wanting Desperate, she numbed her lonely fears Drinking up her fantasy of life re-lived Her