The song that plays yet never is heard,its notes pierce your heart and slaughter your soul,you breathe your last breath, to the end you yield.
Gosh . . . . hope I never actually hear that song but in a way I have because sometimes my heart is pierced and soul although not slaughtered is dented . . . . quite a fight this life is sometimes . . . but still we smile through it . . . :)
Emotions unrevealed and unnoticed...a beautiful and painful write.
I have wondered...will I surrender, or will my position be overrun?It is the song which is heard (usually) only once--yet has sold trillions of copies.PEACE, LIGHT, and JOY, Shadow!
Quite the picture ~ and words ~ hope you are rallying and taking a moment at a time ~ mindful living ~ wishing you inner peace and love ~artmusedog and carol (A Creative Harbor)
Awesome, Shadow. And that image is deeply disturbing.
Wow. Creepy yet so totally amazing.
Dark!!Disturbing but still so very poignant. You have a great knack.
and hopefully when that time comes it is a sigh...and you are ready...i have been to the end...and i am not ready yet...smiles.
Jim Morrison would be quite impressed.
There is no choice for some, while others have no choice either destiny is different for all.
Something we hope to be ready for, but probably never completely are....so much love that we leave behind.
Hopefully it is a graceful yield ~ Love this post ~