Equation 138 : Eruption

Before the dawn,

As the sun was setting down

In a silent that still echoes,

A wittered reflection,

The previous existence,

In a life that was hoping to be,

Awaken once again,

It was shattered at then,

Crestfallen at a distance,

In a time that only last too short,

Wittered in an instant,

Through a willow sorrow,

Neglected heart was torn apart,

Not longing for faith or hope to reappear,

Just to be perished away,

Extinguish a petrifying sorrow,

Exist within our love,

That at the end,

Came alive to a solemn greed,
The fallen tears that no longer mean anything,

Pleading for a distinguish needs,

With fears that was still hidden,

At the end of destination of eruption.

(c) Scarlet Storm 2015