Death comes

Covering the sky with depression leaking out your eyes. Your heart is the one trying to look out over the demise but you have no will, your leaning on the tower of sorrow looking for your mind. As the shinning sun hits your soft gentle skin. Your mind come to back to Realty. As you wake from this nightmare you raise and see the wind blowing the blossom of spring in the air. The kittens playing with the yarn. The kids in the pool slashing and laughing. You hear the music of your heart. You kiss your mother good morning. Your life goes on your heart still beats your kisses still speak. The wind still seeks.