• From back beyond the grave
    to beyond the never ending
    life is just a stream of
    forever flowing dreams.
    For when touched
    by a human hand,
    nothing goes
    as planned.
    A beautiful summers eve
    gets plagued
    by the human mind,
    and there fore you shall see,
    nothing that you have dreamed.
    The pretty flowers are in a cloak
    of death
    until you rest your breath.