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