The darkness of graveyard grumbles of the dead souls within, dark shadows seeping in the cold night, lamp posts blaring, ringing bells reaching their limit, flapping feathers of eagles and crows in the night.

I want to paint…

caves, as dark as a mine shaft as the darkness envelops like a lost soul scurrying for safety, gloomy lakes shine like torches in the darkness, the silence of sunlight seeping through the historical windows of an abandoned mansion like the past had taken over.

I want to paint…

The taste of remains of the wild berries, I want to paint the smell of fear seeping through my veins, I want to paint the sound of rocks tumbling from mountains leading towards death, I want to paint the memory of what I was before and the times I’ve had, I want to paint the impossibility of time ticking backwards, I want to paint the distance between me and my future; life and death.

I want to paint the end of this poem.