Everlasting recorded pixles

The end of existence is only the beginning of a mental bondage with the soil from which we all rose|

Last days become an everlasting recorded pixel|

Those scriptures penned can only free your soul when nature is far from existence|

The days pass by as the years fade past the months|

Sitting lonesome|

No one to hear your cries|

No one to feel your pain|

The sadness darkness caused|

The flood from the rainy days|

The eyes dissecting shadows|

The eyes restating sorrows|

Those illusions in the far feel like reality when happiness lacks|

All you need is to dream for a better day|

Then you will wake to a better tomorrow|

For there are unfilled spaces in the masterpiece of your life's canvas left to paint|