As i saw the Moral of the story
All the lights slowly to be burned
sickening redness of red
with a touch of purple and blue
but none yielded to its own faith,
As if it knows Something would end eventually
As if it knows Someone would leave
In a begrudgingly bitter winter haze;
When She started to talk at me
in her calm but distant voice
in her eyes looked only to herself and everything at once
Just as the clouds hovering over my lungs
Just as that rainbow far far away,
which also turned gray and faded among the blues,
I started to listen, too-
the silence
the whispering
the laughing and bawling
the cracking
the ticking
and ticking-
sound of time
and its happiest prisoners
afraid to be free.
