forgotten-unwanted

The end of time is near, And you will die. But you shall leave this world, With Grace. For you will not die from disease, Or a natural cause. Nor from murder, Or suicide. When you leave, All will miss you, You will live on, And be immortal forever. Your death will be from the Queen, For she is the Queen of the new world.

Teeth shut, mouth slightly open, tongue down, hiss. Pressure, clock, nervous, tick-tock. Rusted door nails, a ghostly hand, the 'wind', eek.

How high is the sky? Does it go on for ever? Like the ocean and its waves, Or the prairie and its plains?

Amber in the sky, She flies fast and high. Leaving trails of flame, She'll turn into ashes, Because Phoenix is her name.

I've waited for eternity just to see his hand wave back, But every time I see him, it doesn't. Until my birthday when he makes my heart flip, just because his hand waved back.