A flame once burned yet, more
than bitter, I am frozen. The shadow
nights are pushing me forward and
surround my throat till I can no
The flames are all out.
This body of harsh gray days
sees only the end as eminent.
The darkness envelops me and
breaks my soul, losing my ground.
Tomorrow is only a new version
of today. It tears me to pieces for
life is meant to be shared and my
lovers have flown away to the pines
like wild bluejays echoing off key.
Many empty nights have no more
song, for my voice is hollow and
filled with moisture.