Love is a fickle thing
Not meant to last alone
A place that feels like home
Reminiscent til the last breath
A blooming flower til death

Autumn blossom
Why do you bloom so low?

Hidden from the sun
Laid among the depths snow

Dainty butterfly
Why do you fly alone?

Solitary in your journey
With nowhere left to call home

Baby bird
Why do you cry?

In your nest
Up in the bluest sky

Lonely beings
Why do you live?

In a world
That wishes you would die

Dear reader
Why do you ask?

Questions life answers
With whispered breaths

Human beings
Why do you scream?

Simply to share
Your thoughts on everything.

What is the purpose of a life not quite lived?

Within which you have no desires.

What is the purpose of a song unsung?

A voice that never dared to break.

What is the purpose of wings that cannot fly?

Broken and left on land to die.

What is the purpose of tears when you refuse to cry?

Hiding your feelings from the blueness of the sky.

What is the purpose of living if you may find pain?

Suffering brings masses to their knees.

What is the purpose of a smile that no one ever sees?

Buried deep inside a guarded heart.

What is the purpose of this life of ours?

Perhaps to die and join the stars...

Though one like me is meant to stay.

Undying as my countless scars.

My wheels spin my brain
in full throttle

two gears
drive and reverse

but no longer park

Today I felt tears
Not falling from my eyes
Not on cheeks
Not making my eyes red

They are falling inside
Spreading pain in my heart
Drying the fluid of my happiness
Like an acid burning
the healing marks of my wound