Looking for friendship,
Into my life came he,
Many hated him for reasons unknown,
A quiet loner, but,
Oh! So possessive.

He listened to me ramble about,
Foes and frolics,
Woes and world,
Never did he complain.
I told him everything,
But I didn't even know his name.

Ties broken and relations gone,
Everyone lost,
And I was lost in him,
But I was dying,
Fading,
Piece by piece.
His kind, blue eyes drowned me,
In reassurance.

Months flew,
Standing at the Doors of Death,
Gasping, choking,
I reached for his hand,
Realization dawned on me,
As he stood, silently smirking at me.
To consume yet another soul,
He left me dying,
In the echoes of his name-

"Loneliness"

I had a dream
about the end of the world,
the apocalypse.
It was the last of our days,
the sky turned dark red,
a total sun eclipse.

Shattered buildings,
fallen power poles
shutting down all lights,
the air was full of heavy dust,
polluting our lungs
and raining were meteorites.

And even then,
the selfish little me
went to save nobody, my love.
No, I went to steal
the only precious thing
that we were running out of.

Time. The one
we took for granted,
such a foolish thing to do.
I stole your last seconds
so I could spent the end of times
in tight embrace with you.

In a dream,
I see the raven
fly into the night;
his dark song beckoning
from his beak.
Shiny black wings promise
flight,
but to where?

I watch as the
pair of doves bellow
their songs of love
and with a rush of
angels wings
fly heavenward.

I hear the
bluebirds and
sparrows little hum of
hope fade softly into
the afternoon sun,
and I wonder,
what does it all mean?

Then I see them, and
many other kinds of
birds, with beautiful bright
colors,
Parakeets and parrots,
eagles and herons...even
a dodo and they are
all rotting in cages.
Some of the cages are
open,
others are closed,
but all the birds are
lying on their sides,
sad dead eyes,
staring blankly,
finished and flightless.
and I get it.