• Mirror broken;
    All I see are fragments of glass inside my wrists
    And some in my heart;
    On the floor;
    My black, feathery wings now broken and bloody
    I whisper to only myself;
    Me, Sentenced to death….
    In twenty four hours;
    I will stand and be shot
    Shot with one silver bullet
    Right in my heart
    The pain has weighted me down
    Enabling me to stand
    My heart can’t take anymore pain.
    Morning
    I’m standing on a wooden box
    My hands, feet and wings tied together
    My love with a gun
    Pointed at my heart
    Pulled the trigger
    I fall onto the ground
    They put me in a coffin and carry me to the cemetery
    Where they said their final words
    My love only turned back and walked away afterwards
    Silently crying
    I, deep under the ground
    Mourn for him
    I wish I could have told him goodbye….