𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐧/𝐍~

-𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃! -

The nervousness
The nervelessness
The cold numbness
The mumbled words fell onto
The crumpled piece of paper,
Along with the falling
of a little bird
from seven hundred
feet high in the sky
onto the cruel ground,
and its becoming into
an unbreakable object.

A dead body,they called
We burn it, sometimes alive
An unthinking face studied
everything, before turning
into the ashes
The calloused heart,not
tried to beat all over again
The dead thoughts lurched
around the thin lips,though
And finally,
They were just done with it
What a peace!