It's cold
and it's dark
the shallow hole
that's punctured in every soul

The warmth's gone
the heart's dim
the darkness inside
echoes the night
in the poisoned mind

It's empty
when no one fills in
when no one's willing to do so
when you are lonely
when you are lost
when you're gone

It hurts at first
yet numbness consumes
spreading its chill
toward every inch
of reveries

Imprisoned in abyss
in the darkest corner
of grim conscience
where no feelings could ever touch
you

Everyday
I see her
hollow eyes and
sunken cheeks
slowly makes her way outside her shack
by the end of the day
she would return home
with darker shades of bruises covering her pale skin

Everyday
I see the thin threads
behind her back
growing apparent
woven together
she goes unseen
and her wings too
a faerie in disguise
waiting for her time to come home

Everyday
when her bruises turn darker
when her body becomes bones
when all of her bones are broken
when her breaths are ragged
when her soul is battered
the delicate threads will only grow stronger
stronger until it lifts her to the sky
to the other side of Ëa

One day
I don't see her
and never will
because she
has returned home
to the sky
she truly belongs

Another bullet walks through flesh
A stream of claret trickles through
Requiem of the dead is again played
As another soul ascends to light

Day by day a body hollowed
Only lifeless remains lay on the ground
Waiting to be judged on Earth
Or remain forgotten evermore

A heart of steel can feel nothing
Yet the coldest of bullet will never ****
If no grudge blazed in this inferno
No steel will ever touch a skin

Among these burned ashes
Burned bodies, burned souls
Will one find peace inside?
Will one find a reason to live?