Eerie silence falls over the incognito smiles of broken hearts;
You shudder, aware of what the winter has brought.
Wind brings the news of death;
A single crow creates an encore.
The tomb brings the grins to tears
And cements all false positivity to bedrock.

Your soul floats among the crowd,
Your bread encaptured in stone,
Your face, smiling.

You've been freed.

Does an empty heart deserve to be filled?
Should a broken heart become mended?

As empty as can be, mine's broke.
And I wonder if you'll be the one to fix it.

When time will come to learn to fade
My life will drift upon each day
Although rugged the crust may seem
My soul will start to sink beneath
And if I tried to start to breathe
My shattered heart's attached to me
But now it's time for me to leave
So farewell now my mind must speak

Time is the enemy of many,
Scurrying to get to work
While flurries of the day still spurt
From worried smiles of anxious flirts
To elders' curry spiced with dirt,
In a blur the aching time still hurts
My fury that your heart is dead
Or maybe it's all inside my head.

Raindrops crash the pavement,
my window,
my mind,
an acoustic sound so loud
it drowns
my tears,
my cries,

and in this moment I'm free
to be
one with the chaos outside.

Along this path
she's had to greet

angels and demons,
truths and lies,
all of which mirror
the Self she's disguised.

Yet she battles,
ferocious
to conquer her path;

she is alchemy,
warrior,
the fire to your match.