Life in an Alternate Life

Tears fall as hail from a pregnant cloud, washing down the blinding dust off your soul… You’ve seen it there, a rising sun on a different horizon, the same grey tone on an alternate sky… It’s never been there, it’s never been yours…

You choke on your tears, on your own smile, the sterile streams racing down your cheeks are the only thing real, everything else fades within the grey feelings of your other self, it blends into the grey mask facing the world you’ve never known, as if it was drawn into a dream that’s not yours…

You miss the days when you once cared; for life was lost the moment you stepped up to the sky… your soul is still waiting there; waiting on a deserted runway, waiting for the return of the Hawk…

But the Hawk’s wings were broken since the elusion of the Black Raven…

Hey, You, Black bird…

Bring me back my Sun… Bring me back my shade…
Broken, Blind and Lost…
Too soft, too ugly, too useless… the least deserving, the ultimate fool of fools…

Nothing has changed… You’re only tired of breathing…

Come back Black bird…

H.Q.
18:17
30th Sep. 2009

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~ by H.Q. on 30 September 2009.

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