In the darkness,
a face appeared.
The scent of hate
blew in.
Eyes like cold steel,
my heart shattered,
into a million pieces.
Tired and cold,
a stranger appeared.
Into the dark, my life
broke.
Held into a palm,
the brokeness,
of the damned.
Swaying amoungst the
trees,
I saw a small bird.
His eyes cold and lost.
The heart beat,
taking away all my
horrible dreams.
His small cold body,
lay down and died.
The tears came,
like rivers breaking a
dam.
My fingers stroke his
feathers,
but no life exists.
I saw a stranger pass by,
he seemed so young.
His body, so slender.
Death enveloped him.
As the world turns,
my body lays in the
shadows,
of past memories.
