A sad music in my ears
breaking the silence, filling the silence
and slowly, tormenting me.
A soul, foul and deadly
striking a sparrow, killing it,
tearing it apart and serving it, cold.
I see with my eyes closed,
and hear without the presence
of my ears, my mind, or me.
Darkness is falling, peacefully,
in the heart of the lonely road.
The birds are singing their last song of the day.
I could sing too,
If it was my day that just ended.
The squirrels are returning home.
The air filled with wildness in no time
and the stars came by to say hello.
But I was still, still.
Calm, while the dark touches my skin
and caresses it with its cold fingers.
hugging me tightly and telling me
it loved me.
I could find my way back home if I tried
but what would happen if I did.
If I did not wish to be lost.