I beg

I cry

I hold my breath

In silence

Frozen hands

Strife down to the bone

The pen

The paper

I no longer feel

All now-

Just a blur of black ink

And it's robbed my life

Seven years

Forever gone

All that you'll find of me

Is a pale shadow

In the light of the moon

And all the tears

Of the words

Past

Present

Forever gone

A story

Eternally forgotten

Left to decay

In the libraries of forgotten lore

All draining life from these gnarled hands