Caressing two dark wings slowly.
Flying dark wings hoovering the bleeding air…
They splash all at once
Into different scary, screaming and complex shapes
Then coming all at once in a furious manner.
They assume the shape of a beast. . .
Beast ready to torment our dying man

There our dying man lays in a careful unrest.
Punished soul in the showers of death.
Eyes lids slightly parting goodbye
Beneath this closed sorrowful socket, a closed red eyes stares
With a look of death no one can see.

This dying man takes his walk through the paths of death.
His living dead body remains still and helpless but his mind wonders
Taking sacred baths in prisons of the past
Taking weeping leaps into the unbeareable
Pain of the presence.
Taking blind bleeding walks into the world of the dead.

Then words will fail him.
Then with his sad eyes he will look ….
Then with his mouth, he will try to say something...
But then the power of the eyes would fail.
The lips would become a coldly hot mountain,
It would fail too. . .
His mind would try to conjure the image of his son…
Blank…. Strange…..
His son would be nothing but flying complex shattered wings.
Then he would give up and have his last breath
Then a deadly tear would stream down his
Vanishing face.

If this be a deadly lyric, let it see our dead man off as he treads the streets of death.

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My pen Bleeds!