The Black Crumbles

The Black Crumbles 10/19/2012

The angel of death
Hides in the shadows
Floating from doorway to doorway
Unseen and unheard.

Sneaking inside
Underneath the door
To nip at our feet
And circle our necks.

Sucking out our breath
While we sleep
And counting down the minutes
Until we wake up.

As sure as the clock ticks
Our chests rise and fall
Counting down to something
That we will never know.

The white butterflies
Flutter around our heads
Still glowing
And remembering.

You can almost hear their voices
And you can almost feel their thoughts
Those we have known
And those we have lost.

Waiting and waiting
For what seems like forever
Hidden until we sleep
When our thoughts can wander.

The secrets they knew
Become ours
And the reasons they lived
Become the reasons
We endure.

There is more to know
Than what we can prove
Forever beyond our grasp
But forever in our hopes.

The destroyer has taken our pride
But we never needed it at all
Nothing more than foolishness
And wasted time.

Now we are free
And now we fly
Laughing and screaming
Far, fast and high.