the wings of a fallen god
we are not led here by design but by the wings of a fallen god and we watch as she does as her creation spirals from the sun into the black abyss we watch and our eyes bleed with tears and i watch as you call out to me passing in the dark night and i fall to my knees wishing were it only a dream but it wasn’t then and it is now and hollow though i feel there resides my despair a space big enough to hold it deep down inside me that calls out with a solitary ring