Little Dove
I'm surrounded by people I love, but still, it feels like a cough,
a cough of blood, which is violating and breathtaking.
All at once they break down, crying and screaming for help,
but I'm always late, I'm lucky when the blood starts turning brown,
I feel I'm bleeding down like vampires, they get high every time I cry.
All the people in the world screaming and shouting my name,
all of them sound the same, now I feel the sharp pain,
my heart, my brain, it won't ever be the same,
the panic, the frustration, take me down,
I'm drowning like a dove being shot, no,
My brain pulsating, my heart slowly breaking and melting apart,
like the candle I once held to make me feel again,
a long text with no words, no words to describe what I felt,
I will gain strength, but what does it take, does it mean losing myself,
who am I, will I ever know, could I be the dove ready to float,
or will I be the raven dark and dead, never able to live the life he hadn't had.
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