Morning breaks
Into dust
And as a feather
Slowly falls
To the cold Earth

Light burns through
The empty spaces
Of what onse was
The Heavens
And fills my skys

Shattering the silence
A scream is heard
From above
Tearing through
The atmosphere
Like a hot knife

I fall to my knees
My hands are weak
I tremble
But I feel
Nothing Anymore

Sleep is
A foreign word
I lie awake
And slowly bleed
Awaiting the dark
To take me away

My heart
Black and blue
My eyes
Though glazed
Tell of the pain
I try to hide

I no longer
Live
If I breath softly
I may survive


For just a while...