The great emptiness the loss of a memory. Could anyone ease the pain?
Great Emptiness
Articulate
Uttering a few unintelligible words I don't yet possess the language to articulate the emotion, the loss, the anger.
Gray Dream
The night came. I sat alone my gray dream gathering. I see him in the ghost of it - my sweet transcendent pain.
It Grew Dark
It seemed a long while, days of his absence. No signs of his coming, and it grew dark. it's as dark as if it came from the devil. Nobody could understand.
