I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...

I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...

Darling, listen
To my strings humming...

I am a plague upon this planet
Yet still I rescue them from pain...

Where have the spirits gone?
I held them in my hands...

Leaves flicker bright, dark
Wind whisks sparking sunlight through...

We used to dream of battles won
Now truths slump heavy on our tongues...