The bitter end
The taste of velvet
Slipping down my weary throat
I hold my head towards familiar faces
All their eyes
Blue
The cloth slips around my neck
The wool scratches at me
Like the claws of a midnight shadow
Creeping 'cross the cradle
For a whisper
For death
I close my eyes
The earth beneath me shatters
Like glass the door breaks loose
My body breaks
My soul releases from this cage
This broken,
Withered,
Rotten cage.
But their eyes were still blue.