I bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning,
And secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden
Believing language we speak in tongues deceiving ourselves,
My heart whispers in forms that twenty years of reason and cognition have rendered useless
If only you could hear what I have seen for aeons before this zero
To see our system as a void, to believe ourselves immune
To never feel our wings melting
We are all spirits trapped and dying
Trapped and dying