• Blackened wings carry me no further
    A heart, heavy, that weighs like lead
    Air is rushing past my face as I am…
    Falling ever downward, and soon I will be dead
    Reaching fingers to try and hold on to
    All I left behind. I watch black feathers fly
    Upwards, past me. Everything is past me.
    My eyes fill up but even now I cannot cry.
    This never ending descent, this end and this beginning
    Torturing me, parading past my sightless eyes
    All my wrongs and all my sins. Out of everyone
    I hate it is me, myself, I most despise.
    Horror cannot explain exactly how this feels
    Like a mother’s blows on baffled child’s head
    Or like running into a thick brick wall
    Anger sated, hunger fed.
    Below me, now, I see the ground
    Rushing quickly, rising faster
    Sharp pain, agony that may never end
    Red roses on concrete mourn the passing of disaster.
    Cold arms embrace me, warm and inviting
    I sink wearily into a feather bed, in the end, at last
    And as darkness envelops me completely I find
    I had a future, but I lost it to my past.