Frail bird And Me

“Her frail bird." Lost to the free sky.

"My bird." Flightless feathers upon the flooded ground.

"Frail bird." Hidden quivers in the wind. My bird. Confine by the mass of time. Frail bird. She sings to the night. Whispers of saudade.

A single tear drop.

My little Calm

What world is this? What am I? Who am I? Is this death?

I no there not to be another side,

That is all her frail bird said that night.

Where should I start? Who am I? Where am I heading? Where have I gone? Is there an otherside?

Who am I? "Everything and Nothing"

Who am I? "Insignificance"

Who am I? "I am a shadow"

"Have I ever let you down?"

"I am sorry If I let you down."

"I put my world In so distant places,

far and wide,

the most interconnected

of experiences"

"So I am sorry If I seem like a shadow,

a shadow is what I am,

the shadow of knights and dreams."

My love,

To whom I speak the world,

I say unto, I am sorry for my shortcomings.

My distance and self discover,

I am sorry.

The times I spent In solitude,

I only wish I could share with you all,

I am grateful.

So I say to you my frail bird,

die,

die and burn for all you are and all you will have done,

and kindle with your self illusion and delusion,

and be smothered in all her misery and hurries,

be subject to her abuse and empathy,

and to appease her,

be put through all her darkest places and faces.

How frail bird, I could have sworn I have seen you in our world?

Within or where I do not known,

but all I know Is your mirrors reflects me,

Oh my world called frail bird, I could have sworn thy hadst done me wrong.

A single tear drop in the river of anxieties and horrors at the night,

die,

die in the brightess of lights.

Oh I hope you die—slowly—die—die—ablaze,

May fade and be forgotten into the shadows,

And in your ashes a pheniox be born from your ashes,

And my frail bird all this would have been a dream,

You may rest far beneath the deepest of hells.