Blackholes
Tides pull me down
And space
Falls gently on…
Gravity
In its Chaos
And I die
The little bird was captured
Enemies
Are numerous as thoughts
Pulling us down
Killing me
You
Basking in the light
Of a thousand suns
Dying without a song
Out there
I have shed my ties
The clock winds down
The voyage now beginning
Now
Looking back
And the heart is stopping
The little bird takes his own.