15 March 2013
On the edge of the horizon is where you hear them speak, voices of the past, into my mind they creep.
Spirits circle me, fighting for my attention, to see a living person, is their only real intention.
They speak without words, their conversations fill my mind, to one day exist as a human, is the most important desire I find.
All their questions fill my mind, "Please only one at a time", I request, my wits put to the test.
Once darkness destroys the final light, they disappear from my sight, just me alone and cold, enveloped into the blackness of the night's fold.
Shadows At Twilight's End • Opuss № I