Falling to Fly
Everything was fading
His cries of protest deafen my ears
His falling tears numb my skin
Their hands disappeared from my body
The floor vanished from my back.
So this is death, I thought.
It's kind of cold.
Am I already forgotten?
Will I be remembered for being awesome
Or as a failure?
I felt death for a long time
Until light was forced into my eyes.
His chilling voice was happy
But it did nothing more than awaken me
I felt nothing.
Too long
I've been awake for too long
Those frozen purple eyes haunt me everywhere.
Until these walls came down
I was freed.
First block, I breathed clean
Tenth block, I saw clear
Hundredth block, I felt pure
Last block, I felt light
And my world faded happily.
My colours
Do you remember?
Black and white is what I lived
To my own worth.
Now I become my colours
My memory.