The polluter of minds,
the conquerer of hearts,
and the killer of men.
A poison with no antidote.
An affliction with no cure.
Unbidden, it waits,
hiding in the night
traveling with the day.
Deceiver, doubter, denier.
Immobilizer, petrifier.
Until at last,
opening its jaws wide,
digesting til there is no more.
Maybe I should have seen,
but I still don’t know what it all means.
Said the breakable to the broken.
Hard to believe it was just a week ago,
168 hours, the past feels like just a show.
Said the breakable to the broken.
So many things exchanged,
words, promises, more, all left unpaid.
Said the breakable to the broken.
How long can the birds keep singing?
How long can ears keep ringing?
The birds sing. They crow. And they howl.
They scream at the sun.
Keep its blinding light away!
Let the darkness come to play!
For in the darkness, they’ll howl no more.
For in the darkness, they’ll see no more.
In the darkness the light cannot find them.
There the birds cannot sing. They cannot crow. And they cannot howl.
Ears forever won’t ring,
Because the birds will never sing again.
Can you cry with your eyes closed?
Can you live with the covers up to your nose?
Is the world any better when you’re not home,
When you’re sleeping away in a world not your own?
In a place where no one can hurt you,
Where there is only quiet and peace,
And the only noise is silence.
Where people can live without horror, fear, and despair.
So, I ask again.
Can you cry with your eyes closed?
Can you live with the covers up to your nose?
In the flow of the day, a single thing lights my way:
It carries my thoughts and gives life to them,
So that others may take what I say,
And take part in the use of this precious gem.
It is the cooling force of this Earth,
And without it there would be no more.
It takes part in all life and hearth.
At its very essence, it is the core.
Its breeze blows, but never shows,
Invisible, but not soon forgotten.
Inside, outside, above, and below,
It goes, and it comes, in and out of all men.
This that is known, but no one sees,
The Air’s mighty power, is also the gentlest breeze.
My tears stream down my face.
Glistening white pearls,
They sting as they come rolling down.
I squeeze my eyes shut,
Waiting for my final breath.
I rasp.
I gasp.
I choke.
The raindrops outside my window,
They represent how many thoughts go through my head.
The night’s icy, cold,
Grips me like steel.
Squeezes me.
I feel nothing,
But the snow beneath my feet.