The love,The pain,and Sorrow I hold in content

As the cloud's reflection of my past tear through
my past undecidedly inside my eye's. I recall the deep
thought of oblivion tearing through my mind. Once again
my dreams are raveged by my past, the distant night's
wind flow as silent as the soft silver mirror.
The soft silver mirror once gazed upon, now only to realize that my fate
was my prison of flesh. Now I die as I rest my-self to sleep.
I fled always looking back upon the soft silver mirror.
I realize I wished my fate had never befallen this way,
but to have fallen in the arm's of the one I loved most,
I no longer I see my pain. The love I once held only
now hurt by the world. I wish I could have saved her from the torment
and sorrow. I wish I had never left. I wish for my pain to be
gone, inside this mind. To be forgotten in this mind of
oblivion,to wonder how I can never forget but always
remember the pain. Now when I gaze upon this silver mirror
the reflection of my past is in sorrow.