Gravity.

Gravity.

In a world between solid lines,
Blurred is our vision.
Bloodstained windows with a sky of crimson,
Dripping down the structure.
Foundations of brittle lies,
A collapse beneath stable chaos.

Unstable.

Figure bound with chains of beauty,
A smile of invisible grotesque.
Peeling away the mask,
Emptiness lies within.
Rotting away in a bed of flowers,
The snapped stem of a black rose.

Crumble.

Seeping into the rocky crags,
Ink blurs the minds eye.
Rusted keys ring silent,
A flutter of wings.
Barren wasteland of everything,
Reach for an endless horizon.

Gravity.

Stone feathers float to the heavens,
Pulling ever closer.
Angels cry up to hell,
Guiding hands removed.
The soul flies ever faster,
Jubilant ribbons release.

Free fall.

Rust now gold,
Shining bright.
Wings enclose,
White as night.
A glass falters,
Shatter.

Earth.