General

On the very threads of time

A blank stare, with nothing reflected within.

They once said that the eyes are a window to the soul; filled with wisdom from age, filled with jealousy, remorse, envy from life. Humane, as it would seem. Just perhaps.

Yet... What happens when they are a coal black; with nothing in them? Devoid of life, of emotion, of spirit. A blank, dead stare into the loneliness of oblivion, falling into the dark, lonely sea.

Hour upon hour, day by day; these chains that bound will soon break free. For nothing can escape destiny's grasp; nothing can touch upon eternity's grace.

Tick... Tick... Ticking away are the fine grains of sand, passing through the hourglass in perfect time with the clock. A false sense of perfection, only a mirage of death. Time passes without a sound, a wave, a goodbye.

Spiralling away on the winding ribbons of fate, they dance one last time; saying farewell with nothing but an embrace.

[b]Merry Christmas, and a Happy Holiday. Hope you all are having better time than I am.[/b]