In Memoriam

[citeroz]

Masks of the alone
crumble to the touch.
And the silence of the crowd
breaks to give life to the numbness.

And they crawl on shards of broken stars
just to have their angels taken away.
A mirrors tears in the palms of my hands
like fragments of a poem they fade.

Touch the wound upon the wall
that bleeds the blood of space.
And the corners, they burn
To light the way for shadows.

In moments with falling rain
the magic seeps into the air.
My wings they shattered tonight
and I fell down to join the water.