How will I control myself now that the world can no longer mention my name ?
I wasn't so alone when everything passed into the open fields and the sinking took control of my tattered soul.
No fires left to lead the way, only rooms filled with smoke and sorrow. I underline your name every time I see it written down, so I don't forget the pain.
And I wait in silence for my one chance to study her wings, before I'm flown far from these empty poems.