a sick heart in a deserted body
cancelled the idea of soul
wonders through an endless field

gardens of grief
where evergreen trees and widows grow
children hiding behind tombstones
where rain and tears look the same

names are all there is left
carved in stone
pieces of decanted flesh
in his head

walking through gardens of grief
covered in black
bare feet upon the naked soil
so cold outside
so cold inside
and a dark look on his face
staring into the void
seeing all but
never with care
departing
left alone to suffer
society's punch bag
the indicator of their stupidities
the black

not even his wings can help
running won't help
he must face the truth

7 days in the dark
wrapped within himself
feeling so far away

the sun has set
his eyes opened
nothing but darkness surrounds him
but he feels secure

standing on his own two feet again
covered in black blood
his own
the barrier is no more
he has evolved
the cold wraps him
feeding his body