Kallari

Call of the crow, screaming infinitely with that throbbing heart

The tiny steps leading to an eternity of desolation

Weep, weep, with your entire being

Privy to the plans of the future

Seeing the life with distinguished agony

Streaking downwards, creating a path that would never be kissed away

Why do you crave that which is not meant to be?

Hear me cry, hear my screams

Hear how my heart bleeds

Look at the canvas, shredded

Torn to never be sewn together again

I concede, I call out

Catch me, hold me

Please..

Touched by that of which was asked

Was it right to never seek?

Thrown to the ground, trampled

Picked up and served on a golden tray

Pretty but worthless in the end

Did it have to break?

Why?

Can you not see?

Could it only watch?

Never deserving, cast aside

Destined to forever hold on

Being sliced slowly, inch by inch

Eaten in the darkness of the blessing.

Morning call of the bird

The beautiful image shimmers

Soiled by the touch of a sinner

Poison seeping in to clutch at the happiness

Clawing the ends, dragging it through the mud

Breaking the pieces, smaller in every attempt

Leave the shards, turn down the offer

I told you so, it would only break.

Silent howls

Coldness inside, never finding the fit

To never be lighted

Given to another.