Pain

This night is rather slow,

The pale moon has an eerie glow,

The roiling river looks red,

It's not water but my blood!

My last thoughts are slipping away,

My soul is scorching but body is cold,

As I grapple for something to hold on

All I can find is my broken wing!

This love will leave scars on me,

But these are marks I'll proudly wear,

It will serve as a beacon light,

For you to find me in the chaos.