Dying Body

There is nothing here but an empty body with a heart as cold as the ice with a smile as lonely as the desert with a soul darker than night itself with eyes as deep as the bottom of the ocean with kisses as dry as hot summer with words that vanished with the wind with a heart beating as a dying fire Sand running through the veins bones that are hallowed resembling caves nothing moves, no more fears this body stands alone like an old willow tree waiting for the wind to bring him down many years it's has lived waiting for the end of it's dying body. Arech