I have fallen for you. I never got the chance to
tell you 'tear these feathered wings from my
back.' I couldn't hide this internal bleeding.
Smiles of my filth on my dripping second. Seconds
counting, I fade away with the wind to deny me
freedom. Please let me go. A child bearing his
final sign. Lying in sheets tainted with
splattered blood of what was once me, but things
aren't so beautiful anymore. Now I am death.
These voices I draw are direct, seemingly
undeceiving. Nothing comes out so simple. I
notice I tore these wings with my own hands.
Everything separating me from what is life.
Entwined in messages of inexistence and missing
memories dissolving like my one love, my only
love. I will never feel your touch while I hear
my name from your lips again. My sunrise is the
darkness. I will miss you.