Death Surrounds Me, You Embrace Me

A white feather floats
down from the clouds,
as white as the sky
but with grey tips
it flies with an
angelic grace.

The feather flies
with fire flies
they burn your eyes,
and scar your lips.

The scarred lips,
they bleed in red
like all humans do,
but like all colors
they have
mixed messeges.

Messages that we send
back and forth,
they flow from our mouths,
and grasp our hearts
that keep us alive
until we part.

A crisp blue salty wind blows,
and you wonder why it moves
with such grace
but then kills thousands,
and as the death flows
people lie side by side
in circles for miles-
eyes open,
hearts broken.

Within the seas of bodies,
one has angelic wings.
I named these wings-
no.
I made these wings,
but then they broke.

One stands tall,
blinded to the site of them all.
Left a scar upon my cheek.
The only one to survive,
but not the only one
who cut me deep.

Then throughout the moons,
and galaxies intertwined,
are endless lives who do not
care but some, and I do not care
but one.