Dearest...........

I,

Breaking in the broken ground.
Shouting to the wicked sky.
This iron heart,

Metal fist,
Drifting through the whistling thunder.

You,
Do you feel my existence?
Few more breaths before I,
End,

Up,

Facing,

You.

In the name of universe, I would,

I would pierce this stormy heart,

Give up all my life,

And back to the,

Stars.

Fiensh '11