Dead-still, motionless eyes seeking the path,
Not even a wink, can't tell if ever someday livin'.
Everything went still, the sound of tempest winds was
all to fill in,
Haunting of wraiths, darkness all the way.
An appropriate picture of hell, I say.
Fading memories, presence of nothing,
Cloudy vision, face of a rock.
Face, a dearth of emotions, standing as like a block,
Sans colours, outfit of a raging grey sky's.
When merely saw, found raven dark eyes,
Fear dawned over, when recognized.
Dunno why-in front which the face lies,
Maybe is the death's disguise.
Maybe had run, but I didn't.
Maybe had fought, but I didn't.
Maybe had cried, but I didn't.
Maybe had screamed, but I didn't.
All I did was, to stand,
and to accept what I think is called the end.
By- AD ( Inara )......