Wings that expand into blackened skies,
Torn and tattered before my eyes,
See the wounds and the open sores,
The darkness and depression galore,
Dusty and broken, tired and dead,
Screaming and sobbing inside of its head,
Fear trapped inside distant memories,
Though they lie open for all to see,
It no longer feeds and no longer breathes,
Thought it walks and flies and looks and seethes,
Staring through blind and unseen eyes,
That have seen torture and other's demise,
Fateful ends and lonely deaths,
Seen those take their final breath,
Feeling all their horror and pain,
And it has to go through it again and again,
A bruised soul and a broken heart,
Mean that it needs to leave this part,
Of the world, of its existence,
Can no longer take this futile resistance,
Can no longer watch other do,
What it itself wants, needs to do,
The suicide saviour has lost the will to live,
The pain and effort that others give,
To putting an end to their tears of crimson promise,
It will now take the end; deaths final kiss,
As it's life drains away it understands,
All the pain and effort that went into its plans,
Now no more is the suicide saviour,
It has watched and found what it was looking for.
*All votes and comments greatly appreciated as always.*
