Hanging in the space, A swinging pendulum. Here. There. Everywhere. Nowhere to go, nothing to do. Stuck in a place Of infinity and zero... And moving on feels like A trial. Feeling, so, so small and useless. ~~~

The song of Death

'The Song Of Death' In the silence Of drowned emotions, In the silence, Of lonely nights, Where fingers are too Cold to touch, Sings a voiceless bird, Roaming the deepest nooks Of nightly secrets, Of the arrival of Bad, bad death. Omens. ~~~ ©Fathy_writes