Sickness.
Of the mind,
Weakens the body,
Alone in purgatory.
Eagerly awaiting convalescence
I comfort with hands,
That can not heal.
We are helpless.
Alone in purgatory.
Sickness.
Of the mind,
Weakens the body.
Eagerly awaiting convalescence
I comfort with hands,
That can not heal.
We are helpless.
Your light I follow without question.
Souls intertwined.
Surrounded by the mist,
Of a dying world.
Alone in purgatory.
She keeps a silent, vigil.
Eagerly.
Awaiting.
Convalescence.