All the sands are filled with guilt,
silent depression of the lost,
spread wings cracked and broken,
I had freedom once.
Velvet against awareness,
silk over deception,
gold angel with demented features,
I'm looking for perfection.
Voices issueing instructions,
eyes snap to documents,
concentration forced onto the chosen path,
I had truth between my fingertips.
Forgotten breaths swirling with the wind,
unnoticed faces reflected in glass,
the passing of shuttered souls,
I'm looking for a balance.
Clasped hands forced apart,
fingernails scrabbling in voids,
silvery bonds fraying,
and my heart is a red rose slowly fading.