2 January 2010

Your Late Heart

















One summer morning
you walked outside
the Sun was shining
the Birds singing bright

One summer morning
you went outside
the Sky was bright
painting Clouds with highlights

One summer morning,
it was a very bright Day
This fatal Summer morning
when you walked away

This Summer morning,
the Sky grew dark,
threatening
No Birds were singing nomore

This Summer morning
you received a Visitor
Cloaked in a Motheaten garment
Visiting

Your Visitor came
and drew Curtains
infront of the Sky
Your Vision failed

This Visitor
dark in Heart
took your Senses away
ripped out your Heart

Death arrived
at your Door
Taking you Away
''It's Time to Go''

You followed
blinded by the Darkness
no Heart in chest
feeling nothing at all.

Heart.