There are many things

The loud

The quiet

All began with its name

There word gave life

But also death

They cried from bloody eyes

And left land ruined

Or renewed.

Frozen heaven. Cold as the deepest sea. Just as unforgiving.

Looking back into a mirror

Mother left but a broken look

Skin, pale, like a corpse

Eyes, lifeless, stained with pain and grief for only moments

Hair, white as snow, falling around there shoulder

Eyes, a color that drowns you in there depths

Upper body, bare, scars that never truly healed

A hand reaches, do you grasp, or shrink away from it

The hand that gave you life

But that can take it away just as easily

A simple touch, but it feels like a gentle breeze, a gentle hold that would protect from the madness of the world

What am I

Am I birth and life

Or death, and madness that hidden behind the world's mirror

Tell me, what am I

Chains on my neck and hands

Slowly pulling me deeper

But wings, trying to break free, to return to where I came from

Please

Please

Why do I scream

Am I the only one left

Please

Please

Set me free

Hold me

Sing to me

Cry with me

Bring life and death

Curses and blessings

Please

Help

Please
Please
Please
Plea....