Black..

In the distance a ribbon of black,

Stretched to the point of no come back….

Is that my soul, or is that my will,

Or is it my perception , i do not know still..

My stone heart, or my fallen dreams,

My broken memories, or so it seems?

Is someone else or I,to face it’s attack?

Their life ,or my past,judged,traced back?

In the distance that ribbon of black,

Stretched to the point of no come back….

Is it a mirror ,its it my saviour,

It’s so strange it see something this familiar…

Its piling up,its straining, can it tear…?

How should i find out its too near..

Its the remains of some thing i now lack,

That had burnt ,and has gone all black..

Its inside me , that ribbon of black,

And its stretched to the point of no came back…