I sat on a chair, my mind was bare,
No spark, no flame, just empty air.

A bird flew in with a cheerful tweet,
She danced a while, then made retreat.

She took my thought, my golden light,
And left me staring, blank and white.

There was an award—
I smiled with pride, watching it every day.
Then I visited my friend’s house,
saw a thousand awards wandering around.
I came back home,
and my smile quietly faded.
I didn't realize…
I had killed someone in there.

It was no longer an award—
but a burden,
a quiet weight of despair.

She is the life,
He is the death.
She was mistreated,
He held no breath.
She hoped to end,
He fought to stay.
She kissed him once—
He rose,
She slipped away.