I walk along a trapeze, palms sweaty, legs shaking, refusing to fall either way. to go left is to fall into a fire for a life which burns my bones. the people will smile upon me, oblivious to the ash surrounding them. to go right is to fall into soft trees. the leaves caress my skin, but the people vanish like smoke, and I fall to the ground. the exact middle is survival until I reach the other side.
Even If i tied The strongest chains To everyone I have ever loved Everyone who I have let in and told them "you belong here" Eventually the chains would break And I would lose them We aren't meant to be kept We are meant to love, and be loved And then, vanish.
Emptiness prevailing all over us Like a giant raven. With Black big wings, hovering over the nation. Then I see up at the sky, I wish clouds to give a loud cry. With all those tears falling, They Make raven vanish and take back darkness and all in.